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O that a fortnight's Truce of God might sound!

O that a fortnight's Truce of God might sound!
O that this land of eloquence and wit
In the rich tones that almost treble it,
Order more order'd being so lightly bound,
Freedom more free in being so fair encrown'd
And law's stern wrath, unpassionately writ
(Safeguard of homes) by this great presence lit,
Might mutely hear. So on this fateful ground
All sweet consideration; love that starts
At nought as alien in the soul of man;
Not less pathetic, less revengeful, songs;
Might make one right majestic from two wrongs,
And one fair century from a fortnight's span.
So let the peace of Christ rule in our hearts.