Woman, if the man to whom your heart you give Gives you all his heart, to you alone is true— If, American, a stranger he can live To America, his only country You— If without despising himself and you alike He hears his duty call and lifts no hand to strike— Woman, your clinging hands have bent his soul awry. You knew not how to love him if he knows not how to die. Mother, if your boy grows man in years alone, Loving self so well, he has no heart to hear The voice of higher hopes, if he has never known The steadfast will that faces and overpowers fear, If in the perilous hour of Freedom's mortal fight He fails to dare his all for God and for the right— Mother, your love has crippled the soul it strove to shield. You knew not how to give the life he knows not how to yield.
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