Peace and war An Ode. By William Allingham. Reprinted, by permission, from the "Daily News." |
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The augur in his temple consThe reeking sacrificial blood,
When hark! the loud authentic God—
“Unfold to war the gates of bronze!”
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A wailful blast o'er land and sea;
Whose sound,
Gathering its borders round,
Rolls out into infinity;
And all is stiller than before.
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