Oh, mother, be you brave of heart and keep <br />your bright eyes shining; <br />Some day the smiles of joy shall start and you <br />shall cease repining. <br />Beyond the dim and distant line the days of <br />peace are waiting, <br />When you shall have your soldier fine, and men <br />shall turn from hating. <br /> <br />Oh, mother, bear the pain a-while, as long ago <br />you bore it; <br />You suffered then to win his smile, and you <br />were happier for it; <br />And now you suffer once again, and bear your <br />weight of sorrow; <br />Yet you shall thrill with gladness when he wins <br />the glad to-morrow. <br /> <br />Oh, mother, when the cannons roar and all the <br />brave are fighting, <br />Remember that the son you bore the wrongs <br />of earth is righting; <br />Remember through the hours of pain that he <br />with all his brothers <br />Is battling there to win again a happy world <br />for mothers.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-joy-to-be/
