THEY heard no sound of trumpet,
No shout of rallying men:
But a “still small voice” awoke the soul,
And God was near them then.
They heard not war’s wild music peal,
Nor saw proud banners wave,
But an unseen Presence cheered them on,
And Christ the watchword gave.
No earthly weapons did they bear
No martial glory crowned
The brows of those who fought for God,
But angels camped around.
And foes unseen by mortal eyes,
Arrayed in darkness deep,
Withstand the path of those who pray,
And menace those who weep.
But mightier than the cannon’s roar,
Is prayer’s prevailing breath;
And eyes that weep, can see in heaven,
The power that conquers death.
H. W.