When the light of day is waning
And there's Stillness in the air,
We think of the lads so uncomplaining,
Fighting for freedom and all that's fair.
We think of the lad's that have done their bit,
And are now lying wonded in France,
We see their lips move in silent prayer,
That they may be given another chance.
Then we think of the soldier's dear ones,
Whom they have left at home,
And we pray that the lads will be spared to come back,
To Mother and Friends and Home.
And last we think of those who have died,
Through wounds, in this terrible war,
But we pray to God that we all shall meet,
Above on the heavenly shore.
I found this poem in a small book of my great Aunts. It was an Album full of blank pages and her friends wrote poem's and drew wonderful pictures in it. It was given to her Christmas 1914. This poem was signed E. Guest and dated 22nd March 1916.
And there's Stillness in the air,
We think of the lads so uncomplaining,
Fighting for freedom and all that's fair.
We think of the lad's that have done their bit,
And are now lying wonded in France,
We see their lips move in silent prayer,
That they may be given another chance.
Then we think of the soldier's dear ones,
Whom they have left at home,
And we pray that the lads will be spared to come back,
To Mother and Friends and Home.
And last we think of those who have died,
Through wounds, in this terrible war,
But we pray to God that we all shall meet,
Above on the heavenly shore.
I found this poem in a small book of my great Aunts. It was an Album full of blank pages and her friends wrote poem's and drew wonderful pictures in it. It was given to her Christmas 1914. This poem was signed E. Guest and dated 22nd March 1916.