Robin Arielle Torres said: March 13, 2011 1:35 pm PST
I found this in a notebook my great grandmother sent to my grandfather, Corporal John William Christianson, during his service in WWII. As I cannot find this poem anywhere else, we believe she adapted it from one of her favorite Henry Wadsworth Longfellow poems â??The Childrenâ??s Hourâ? of 1864. I send this gift with the hope it may bring love and closeness to all who read...
â??The Soldierâ??s Hourâ?
Between the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower
Comes a pause in the dayâ??s occupation
That is known as the soldierâ??s hour.
It is then that mothers and sweethearts
Think tenderest thoughts of their boys
Who are fighting for them in the trenches
Away from their dear home joys
In the quiet dusk of the evening
They breathe their heartfelt prayers
And invoke the blessings of heaven
For their loved ones over there
And the brave lads in their trenches
Or wherever their posts may be
Are cheered by the spirit wafted
From their homes across the sea
Far faster than letter or cable
Our thoughts and our prayers go
And how much they mean to a soldier
Only a soldier can know
Oh wives and mothers and sweethearts
Thank god for that love winged power
And by all that is meek and holy
Keep sacred the soldierâ??s hour