One of the most moving verses in the whole of poetry
The tumult and the shouting dies;
The captains and the kings depart;
Still stands thine ancient sacrifice,
An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord god of hosts, be with us ye;.
Lest we Forget; Lest we Forget
It even makes me think that enemies (past and present) were/are in much the same boat. Enemy mothers no doubt mourned their dead sons as much as Allied mothers.
The tumult and the shouting dies;
The captains and the kings depart;
Still stands thine ancient sacrifice,
An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord god of hosts, be with us ye;.
Lest we Forget; Lest we Forget
It even makes me think that enemies (past and present) were/are in much the same boat. Enemy mothers no doubt mourned their dead sons as much as Allied mothers.

