PROCESSIONAL
Not for a flaunted flag, O God,
Not for affronted power,
Not for a scurrile hope of gain,
Not for the pride of an hour,
Not for vengeance, hot in the heart,
Now do we swing to war;
Not for a weak mistrust lest peace
Is a shame strong men abhor.
Not for glory—for oh, to kill
Should be a sacred wrath;
Not for these! But to war on war
And sweep it from earth's path!
Patient has been our creed, till now,
Patient, too, our hope,
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