Do not cheer, for men are dying 
From their distant homes in pain; 
And the restless sea is darkened 
By a flood of crimson rain. 

Do not cheer, for anxious mothers 
Wait and watch in lonely dread; 
Vainly waiting for the footsteps 
Never more their paths to tread. 

Do not cheer, while little children 
Gather round the widowed wife, 
Wondering why an unknown people 
Sought their own dear father's life. 

Do not cheer, for aged fathers 
Bend above their staves and weep, 
While the ocean sings the requiem 
Where their fallen children sleep. 

Do not cheer, for lips are paling 
On which lay the mother's kiss; 
'Mid the dreadful roar of battle 
How that mother's hand they miss! 

Do not cheer: once joyous maidens, 
Who the mazy dance did tread, 
Bow their heads in bitter anguish, 
Mourning o'er their cherished dead. 

Do not cheer while maid and matron 
In this strife must bear a part; 
While the blow that strikes a soldier 
Reaches to some woman's heart. 

Do not cheer till arbitration 
O'er the nations holds its sway, 
And the century now closing 
Ushers in a brighter day. 

Do not cheer until the nation 
Shall more wise and thoughtful grow 
Than to staunch a stream of sorrow 
By an avalanche of woe. 

Do not cheer until each nation 
Sheathes the sword and blunts the spear, 
And we sing aloud for gladness: 
Lo, the reign of Christ is here, 

And the banners of destruction 
From the battlefield are furled, 
And the peace of God descending 
Rests upon a restless world.