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PRIDE OF NATIONS
Pride of nations, work your will
While its powers are in their prime,
Hedge it round with tact and skill,
Paint it fair in prose and rhyme;
Tinge it gaudier than the slime
That red battlefields distil;
Stain it with the gold you spill
Brighter than the daffodil;
Work your will; yet—War is crime.
While its powers are in their prime,
Hedge it round with tact and skill,
Paint it fair in prose and rhyme;
Tinge it gaudier than the slime
That red battlefields distil;
Stain it with the gold you spill
Brighter than the daffodil;
Work your will; yet—War is crime.
Pride of nations, work your will;
Bid its fiery meanings chime
With an epic charm sublime—
Teach your eloquence to thrill
Gathered throngs in many a clime;
Wrest from words, ‘Thou shalt not kill,’
Their appropriate sense, until
Conscience, grown a dexterous mime,
Raiments good in robes of ill—
Work your will; yet—War is crime.
Bid its fiery meanings chime
With an epic charm sublime—
Teach your eloquence to thrill
Gathered throngs in many a clime;
Wrest from words, ‘Thou shalt not kill,’
Their appropriate sense, until
Conscience, grown a dexterous mime,
Raiments good in robes of ill—
Work your will; yet—War is crime.
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Pride of nations, work your will—
Cleanliness was never grime;
Chaste the woodland's crystal rill;
Gross the swine and rank the swill;
Pure the pasture's clustering thyme;
Foul the swamp and fresh the hill—
Pride of nations, work your will;
Save all heaven's fleet stars grow still,
One stern truth shall bide through time:
War is crime.
Cleanliness was never grime;
Chaste the woodland's crystal rill;
Gross the swine and rank the swill;
Pure the pasture's clustering thyme;
Foul the swamp and fresh the hill—
Pride of nations, work your will;
Save all heaven's fleet stars grow still,
One stern truth shall bide through time:
War is crime.
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