Chester

Somewhere in France he sleepeth,
God knoweth he rests not in vain,
For liberty's birth to all the earth
Came through blood of our soldiers
slain.

We longed for and hoped his re-
turning
Would cheer us and fill us with joy;
God knoweth our hearts, we're
yearning
To clasp in our arms our boy.

The dawn of liberty's morning
Came to us at our hero's fall;
They sealed with their blood our
freedom,
For us they gave their all.

God knoweth where each one is
sleeping,
Awaiting the judgment day,
The sickle of death in its reaping
Carried our loved one away.

Then be still sad heart, cease
yearning,
They died our homeland to save,
And at our brave soldier's returning
Clasp their hand and smile and be
brave.

^__Nettie Squire Sutton.

A Book of Poems
Nettie Squire Sutton
(Minneapolis, KS: Messenger Press. n.d.)
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