Page:Fifes and Drums, Poems of America at War, Vigilantes, 1917.djvu/120

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FIFES AND DRUMS


Mothers, mothers, will you not see
All that your gift to the world may be?
These who must fight a wrong abhorred
Are Michael's angels, who bear the sword.

Mothers of men, then loose your hold!
Love grants more than your arms enfold;
Under the Cross you stand apart,
With Mary's sword in your dauntless heart.

Marion Couthouy Smith.