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NO WAR! NO WAR!
No war! no war! what mutter ye, ye nations?
What, are the old mad words upon your tongues once more?
Oh, let the ghastly past, whose years were desolations,
Shriek peace into your souls, for which ye groaned of yore!
So shall your cry go up, as when with lamentations,
And moans and prostrate prayers, ye shrieked, no war! no war!
What, are the old mad words upon your tongues once more?
Oh, let the ghastly past, whose years were desolations,
Shriek peace into your souls, for which ye groaned of yore!
So shall your cry go up, as when with lamentations,
And moans and prostrate prayers, ye shrieked, no war! no war!
Peace! peace! oh, peace! oh, sum ye up the treasures
The warless years heap up—the blessed years increase;
Knowledge—rights for all; for all, new hopes, new pleasures;
Hark! the far years whisper, woe from earth shall cease;
Golden times to man a bloodless future measures;
Tearless spin the laughing earth; peace! peace! oh, peace!
The warless years heap up—the blessed years increase;
Knowledge—rights for all; for all, new hopes, new pleasures;
Hark! the far years whisper, woe from earth shall cease;
Golden times to man a bloodless future measures;
Tearless spin the laughing earth; peace! peace! oh, peace!
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