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Field Marshal von Moltke.
APRIL 24TH, 1891.
Great battle-thinker, war and work is o'er,
No more shall hill and vale and blossoming plain
Shine as a chequer-board whereon your brain
May plan for peace thro' victory, and no more
In thought shall cannon crown the heights and roar,
Nor armies march and countermarch to gain
The dread arbitrament of woe and pain,
Whereby men hold the fields they plowed of yore.
No more shall hill and vale and blossoming plain
Shine as a chequer-board whereon your brain
May plan for peace thro' victory, and no more
In thought shall cannon crown the heights and roar,
Nor armies march and countermarch to gain
The dread arbitrament of woe and pain,
Whereby men hold the fields they plowed of yore.
Your warfare is accomplished, you have gone
To where men sheathe the sword and bear the palm,
And Love leads on to fuller light and life;
Where souls, who through Earth's pettiness and strife
Have held their strong simplicity and calm,
Hear, in the Land of Peace, Heaven's loud “Well done!”
To where men sheathe the sword and bear the palm,
And Love leads on to fuller light and life;
Where souls, who through Earth's pettiness and strife
Have held their strong simplicity and calm,
Hear, in the Land of Peace, Heaven's loud “Well done!”
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