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Show COMPENSA TION 4 A half generation is missing, A half generation is gone, I Wherever we go .we do miss them so, ( The young men so gallant and strong. In shops, on the farms, in the markets, On the street, at the game or play, ' We see all the others, the fathers and mothers, But our young men have all gone away. All the places that used to hold them Are empty now and stilled ; Save from our heart they never can part, , Their places are always filled. ' They are gone to the front to battle For justice to all mankind ; For you and for me, for Liberty, And all who are left behind. AH that they are is their offer i ! All that they have they will give To make secure to ever indure, That right, not might, shall live. Mothers are longing, and yearning, Fathers are thoughtful and grim, j Sister and brother are more to each other Since they're all concerned about him. ! , Neighbors know better their neighbors ,' t And understand how they feel ; I Cities and towns the whole world round 1 Are hearing the same great appeal. Millions of souls are now thinking, And feeling as never before ; , They're put to the test and give their best ! Of their heart's blood and their store. Humanity's placed in the furnace I ' Refining the dross from the gold ; I f The smelting once through the false from true, f , pure metal is left in the mold. Oh, what of the blood and treasure? j What of the anguish and pain? Is it all for naught? No, the thought j Is counter all that's sane. Though dimly perhaps we perceive it, The law never falters or fails ; For all that is spent, borrowed or lent, Just measure is placed on the scales. ! ' The age of oppression is dying, r. Its death struggle shakes every land, I The old order gone, mankind will go on, I Blessed by the Brotherhood of Man. |
