Patriotic pieces from the Great War/For France

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She had been stricken, sorely, ere this came;
And now they wrote that he, her boy, was dead—
Her only one! Through blinding tears she read,
Trying to see what followed his dear name.
He had died "gloriously," the letter said,
"Guarding the Tricolor from touch of shame
Where raged the battle furious and wild."
Catching her breath, she stayed despair's advance.
She was a mother; but, besides—a child
Of France!

And after, though remembrance of past years
Dulled not to her fond vision nor grew dim;
Though every slightest incident of him
Was treasured in her breast, she shed no tears.
Her cup was full now, even to the brim,
And for herself she knew nor hopes nor fears.
So, toiling patiently, with noble pride
And lifted head she met each pitying glance,
She was the mother of a son who died—
For France!