WASHINGTON AT VALLEY FORGE
The sun went down o’er Valley Forge
In the cheerless wintry air;
Day after day the sun went down,
And no man seemed to care;
For day and night alike were fraught
With suffering and disease . . .
Yet one man rose, when the camp was still,
And went out under the trees.
His heart was heavy, his burden great;
He thought of his hungry men;
He thought of the torn, distracted land
That longed for peace again.
And then he knelt and prayed . . . but not
To the gods of wood or stone:/He prayed to the God of truth and right,
There under the trees alone.
The stars seemed nearer than before;
A Friendlier light they shed;
Great branches like protecting arms
Were stretched above his head;
Something the spirit of earth and air
Whispered in…
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