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Edgar Guest - He Should Meet A Mother There
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If he should meet a mother there
      Along some winding Flanders road,
    No extra touch of grief or care
      He`ll add unto her heavy load.
    But he will kindly take her arm
      And tender as her son will be;
    He`ll lead her from the path of harm
      Because of me.

    Be she the mother of his foe,
      He will not speak to her in hate;
    My boy will never stoop so low
      As motherhood to desecrate.
    But she shall know what once I knew--
      Eyes that are glorious to see,
    The light of manhood shining through--
      Because of me.

    He will salute her as they meet,
      And stand before her bare of head;
    If she be hungry, she may eat
      His last remaining bit of bread.
    She`ll find those splendid arms and strong
      Quick to assist her, tenderly,
    And they will guard her from all wrong
      Because of me.

    I miss his thoughtful, loving care;
      I miss his smile these dreary days;
    But should he meet a mother there,
      Helpless and lost in war`s grim maze,
    She need not fear to take his arm,
      As though she`d reared him at her knee;
    My son will shield her from all harm
      Because of me.
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