And so we set them side by side
Where God's own angels throng,
The Cross above the unfurled flag,
Baptized with glorious song.
Where God's own angels throng,
The Cross above the unfurled flag,
Baptized with glorious song.
GOOD WISHES
(OUR LADS IN KHAKI)
LIKE the Wise Men out of the East, I send
As precious gift three wishes true,
And straight as a homing dove they go
From the heart of Me
To the heart of You.
As precious gift three wishes true,
And straight as a homing dove they go
From the heart of Me
To the heart of You.
One wish for Joy, one for Good Will,
And one for Peace where'er you be;
And they fly on the silken wings of Love
To the heart of You
From the heart of Me!
And one for Peace where'er you be;
And they fly on the silken wings of Love
To the heart of You
From the heart of Me!
IN FRANCE
WE knew not when your ships set sail;
All silently they slipped away
Through moonless night or rift of day,
With whispering winds or toss of gale—
Their prows forever to the east.
All silently they slipped away
Through moonless night or rift of day,
With whispering winds or toss of gale—
Their prows forever to the east.
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