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To Our President

PE of the Nations, lift thy stricken heart.

Thyself art Sorrow, and to thee the

Of battle-anguish comes more

Than even in those months of sneer and smart,

When thou so steadfastly didst bear thy part,

True Champion of Peace.

And now, when

The war-storm rages, when horne's darlings

By mangled thousands, lift thy stricken

For a white shield of mercy, torch that

Its reconciling gleam across the seas.

O thou in love and grief pre-eminent,

Divine shall be thy comfort to

These bleeding Christian armies, sudden

That slaughter in a fierce astonishment.

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Katharine Lee Bates

Katharine Lee Bates (August 12, 1859 – March 28, 1929) was a prolific American writer, college professor, scholar, and social activist. Although…

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