“When There is Peace" |
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By Austin Dobson |
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When there is Peace our land no more, |
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Will be the land we knew of yore. |
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Thus do our facile seers foretell |
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The truth that none can buy or sell |
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And e’en the wisest must ignore. |
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When we have bled at every pore, |
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Shall we still strive for gear and store? |
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Will it be Heaven? Will it be Hell, |
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When there is Peace? |
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This let us pray for, this implore: |
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That all base dreams thrust out at door, |
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We may in loftier aims excel |
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And, like men waking from a spell, |
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Grow stronger, nobler, than before, |
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When there is Peace.
January 1, 1916
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