When victory’s loud, trump doth sound for Thee,
and many in triumph, lift their joyful eyes;
pray that with this Reset, let us not be \u00a0
deaf to the anguish of our loved ones’ sighs.
Their losses cut a heavy, grievous toll, \u00a0
paid in the coin of sorrow, hard to hold.
Mark, dear cohorts, so with a gentle hand \u00a0
soothe their hearts, may in our care they stand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(The Random Poet:02222025
therandompoet.com)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"