Just a lit­tle white cross
With a sol­dier’s name,
To the world tells a beau­ti­ful story;
Were it glit­ter­ing gold or an arch of fame
This could not add to its glo­ry.

That lit­tle white cross means a sac­ri­fice
Of love and of life and achieve­ment;
It sign­als the place where our he­ro lies,
And the depth of a world’s be­reave­ment.

Just a lit­tle white cross
With a wreath of flow­ers
Which will bloom thru the com­ing ag­es;
While free­dom will hon­or
Those he­roes of ours
In an­them and his­tory’s pag­es.

As God gave His Son to re­deem the world
Thru His in­fi­nite love and com­pas­sion,
So we, that Old Glo­ry
Might be kept un­furled,
Gave our sons in a si­mi­lar fa­shion.

Just a lit­tle white cross with a light di­vine
Flooding all the world with its beau­ty.
For the years to come may it be a shrine
Where the na­tions learn les­sons of du­ty.

Thomas Bryan Weaver
Victory Vers­es and Po­ems of Pa­thos, 1919