<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=542063" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Christmas Prayer (from the trenches)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not yet for us may Christmas bring<br>Good-will to men, and peace;<br>In our dark sky no angels sing,<br>Not yet the great release<br>For men, when war shall cease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So must the guns our carols make,<br>Our gifts must bullets be,<br>For us no Christmas bells shall wake;<br>These ruined homes shall see<br>No Christmas revelry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In hardened hearts we fain would greet<br>The Babe at Christmas born,<br>But lo, He comes with pierced feet,<br>Wearing a crown of thorn,-<br>His side a spear has torn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For tired eyes are all too dim,<br>Our hearts too full of pain,<br>Our ears too deaf to hear the hymn<br>Which angels sing in vain,<br>'The Christ is born again.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Jesus, pitiful, draw near,<br>That even we may see<br>The Little Child who knew not fear;<br>Thus would we picture Thee<br>Unmarred by agony.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O'er death and pain triumphant yet<br>Bid Thou Thy harpers play,<br>That we may hear them, and forget<br>Sorrow and all dismay,<br>And welcome Thee to stay<br>With us on Christmas Day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Cyril+Winterbotham">Cyril Winterbotham</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=542063" data-title="A Christmas Prayer (from the trenches) de Cyril Winterbotham" data-description="Not yet for us may Christmas bring Good-will to men, and peace; In our dark sky no angels sing, Not yet the great release For men, when war shall cease. So must the guns our carols make, Our gifts must bullets be, For us no Christmas bells shall ..."></div> </div> </div>

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