We never knew how much the Flag Could mean, until he went away, We used to boast of it and brag, As something of a by-gone day; But now the Flag can start our tears In moments of our greatest joy, Old Glory in the sky appears The symbol of our little boy. We knew that sometimes people wept To see the Flag go waving by, But never guessed the griefs they kept-- We never understood just why. But now our eyes grow quickly dim, Our voices choke with sobs to-day; The Flag is telling us of him, Our little boy who's gone away. We never knew the Flag could be So much a part of human life, We thought it beautiful to see Before these bitter days of strife; But now more beautiful it gleams, And deeper in our hearts it dwells; It is the emblem of our dreams, For of our little boy it tells. A Battle Prayer God of battles, be with us now: Guard our sons from the lead of shame, Watch our sons when the cannons flame, Let them not to a tyrant bow. God of battles, to Thee we pray: Be with each loyal son who fights In the cause of justice and human rights, Grant him strength and lead the way. God of battles, our youth we give To the battle line on a foreign soil, To conquer hatred and lust and spoil; Grant that they and their cause shall live. Good Luck Good luck! That's all I'm saying, as you sail across the sea; The best o' luck, in the parting, is the prayer you get from me. May you never meet a danger that you won't come safely through, May you never meet a German that can get the best of you; Oh! A thousand things may happen when a fellow's at the front, A thousand different mishaps, but here's hoping that they won't. Good luck! That's all I'm saying, as you turn away to go, Good luck and plenty of it, may it be your lot to know; May you never meet rough weather, but remember if you do That the folks at home are wishing that you'll all come safely through. Oh! A thousand things may happen when a fellow bears the brunt Of His Country's fight for glory, but I'm praying that they won't. Good luck! That's all I'm saying as you're falling into line; May the splendor of your service bring you everything that's fine; May the fates deal kindly with you, may you never know distress, And may every task you tackle end triumphant with success. Oh! A thousand things may happen that with joy your life will fill; You may not get all the gladness, but I'm hoping that you will. A Prayer, 1918 Oh, make us worthy, God, we pray, To do thy service Here to-day; Endow us with The strength we need For every Sacrificial deed! The Change