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Christmas, 1905
Red war in Russia, and the wandering race
That gave us Christ the Saviour, in Christ's name
Beat down to blood and mire! while towns in flame
Light the wild fury of the madman's face
Who, hating law, crowns anarchy in place,
And, loosing passions that he cannot tame,
Bids horror hide his conquered nation's shame,
And brings fierce rapine home to mend his case.
That gave us Christ the Saviour, in Christ's name
Beat down to blood and mire! while towns in flame
Light the wild fury of the madman's face
Who, hating law, crowns anarchy in place,
And, loosing passions that he cannot tame,
Bids horror hide his conquered nation's shame,
And brings fierce rapine home to mend his case.
More need, more need Christ's message should be told!
From every belfry let each iron tongue
Speak loud, the Christian towers shall rock and reel:
Old is the lust for fire, for blood and steel,
The pride of power, the greed for wealth grows old,
But Peace is in the cradle—Love is young!
From every belfry let each iron tongue
Speak loud, the Christian towers shall rock and reel:
Old is the lust for fire, for blood and steel,
The pride of power, the greed for wealth grows old,
But Peace is in the cradle—Love is young!
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