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Humanity Mourning For Her Children Slain In War
Humanity laments, and still will weep
Her slaughtered sons of every age and clime;
And hourly doth her fasts and vigils keep,
For millions perished since the birth of time!
Her slaughtered sons of every age and clime;
And hourly doth her fasts and vigils keep,
For millions perished since the birth of time!
And shall she never from the dust arise,
And put her robe of fleecy whiteness on;
And dry her swollen and ever flowing eyes
For wrongs, that man his brother man has done?
And put her robe of fleecy whiteness on;
And dry her swollen and ever flowing eyes
For wrongs, that man his brother man has done?
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Yes; for though passing clouds now dim her sight,
They shall not long prevent the approaching day;
Already are the hill-tops glad with light,
And man's proud tyrants starting with dismay.
They shall not long prevent the approaching day;
Already are the hill-tops glad with light,
And man's proud tyrants starting with dismay.
Soon shall she see her children dwell in peace
On all the earth, of every name and clime;
Their friendly intercourse of love increase,
Unfettered by the bonds of space and time.
On all the earth, of every name and clime;
Their friendly intercourse of love increase,
Unfettered by the bonds of space and time.
A deep, abiding joy her soul shall fill,
Beholding thus her countless children blest;
Secure from rude alarms, and every ill,
And entering here on their eternal rest!
Beholding thus her countless children blest;
Secure from rude alarms, and every ill,
And entering here on their eternal rest!
Poem No. 205; c. 15 November 1870
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