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How our thoughts turn face To that day in years now gone When our boys were fighting grim, In the desolate Argonne. Long and wary had the days been In that slow but sure advance. As they drove the Germans Backward From the battlefields of France. But a whisper passed among them "We are going to have peace." They have set the zero hour When the firing shall cease. Then the order came "Cease firing," Brining quietness so blest, To the troops who held the front line. As so sorely needed rest An in the old French villages How they laugh and sing and pray In one place a group of soldiers Rang the church bell all that day We rejoiced when it was over. May war never rage again. Help us, Lord, to solve our problems Without the sacrifice of men. |
