La Baionnett Prayer for the poor hairy My God, agree to our dear soldiers For this end of the year, a night at the home. Soften them by a weary sleep, The last moments of thousand nine hundred and sixteen Deign to deposit in their big shoes A Benefactress Strenna, the dream New Year's Eve at 1 January Rocking them with love, white lie Drive them to the sled money. Rich in memories, in the fecond promises Ports through which space and time The voluptuous remedy for sadness Fisheries do not go to the front. Although there die, alas! both, and quickly. And forgive you, my God, this affront What is the human heart docile prompt. You aves petri clay and flesh The body time couples who love each other. The illusion of a dear delirium Unite in a dream two supreme happiness. And you, woman accuaccueille a cry of heroes, For it is for thy beauty naked The agonizing sobs cut appeal Of those who die, salute you and Marcel Hervieu 28 December 1916 Page 824 , 825 Drawn by Gerda Wegener 1916