We shall laugh once more as we used to do, and dance in the old-time way,
For this is the pledge they have made to us who serve in the war to-day;
And the joys of home that we treasure so are the joys that their lives
defend,
And they shall give us our Christmas time as soon as the war shall end.

         Prophecy

We shall thank our God for graces
That we’ve never known before;
We shall look on manlier faces
When our troubled days are o’er. 
We shall rise a better nation
From the battle’s grief and grime,
And shall win our soul’s salvation
In this bitter trial time. 
And the old Flag waving o’er us
In the dancing morning sun
Will be daily singing for us
Of a splendor new begun.

    When the rifles cease to rattle
      And the cannon cease to roar,
    When is passed the smoke of battle
      And the death lists are no more,
    With a yet undreamed of beauty
      As a people we shall rise,
    And a love of right and duty
      Shall be gleaming in our eyes. 
    As a country, tried by sorrow,
      With a heritage of worth,
    We shall stand in that to-morrow
      With the leaders of the earth.