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THE DOOM OF PRUSSIA.
September 18, 1915.
This Cain among the nations—with the odds
That this time Abel shall approve his name—
Lift up thy trumpet, History! and proclaim
The doom appointed for him, man's and God's.
He struck at Belgium with relentless rods,
He will'd her death—let him endure the same;
No churchyard for his corse! shrouded in shame,
Sink it to Tophet! far from Earth's clean sods.
That this time Abel shall approve his name—
Lift up thy trumpet, History! and proclaim
The doom appointed for him, man's and God's.
He struck at Belgium with relentless rods,
He will'd her death—let him endure the same;
No churchyard for his corse! shrouded in shame,
Sink it to Tophet! far from Earth's clean sods.
A purer, happier time shall then succeed;
A nobler human kingdom then shall come:
A brotherhood of nations, with the creed
Of ruth and righteousness to “all and some”;
And, cleansed for ever from that bestial breed,
Let Earth for ever of their name be dumb!
A nobler human kingdom then shall come:
A brotherhood of nations, with the creed
Of ruth and righteousness to “all and some”;
And, cleansed for ever from that bestial breed,
Let Earth for ever of their name be dumb!
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