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7

PEACE AND WAR.

A large moon fired the drowsy east, and by the sad strange light she shed,
In meadowed sweep, in stony pass, you saw the land was dark with dead.
Aloof there loomed one solemn hill, and here a stately spirit stood—
An awful shape that stooped to wipe a massive sword that dript with blood.
So stooping, then, the spirit heard a sound of murmuring, mild and low:
“At last thy red reign hath an end; wipe thou thy bloody blade and go!”
And now the spirit rose to turn his cold contemptuous eyes on one
With whose white brow it was as when the morning sea first feels the sun.

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And front to front as gods they stand, both silent for a fleeting while,
War with his harsh hard reckless face, and peace with her benignant smile.
War curls his dark lip in a sneer, sheathes his great sword, and answers then:
“I go, yet who shall say I go, while hate is hate,.. while men are men?”