FROM THE GREAT WAR
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Shall rise a peace no glory of conquest brings,
Like the peace that came to the earth on Christmas morn.
For this they fight and not for an inch of land
Or the dollars wrung from a foe by the cards of state!
Thank God he has placed at our helm a steadfast hand
And an eye that can look unmoved on the face of Fate
And a will that can dare and a heart that can understand!
He has sent our best to the world's last great crusade,
They shall not come back till the world at last is free!
For the Old World calls to the New, and, unafraid,
Our youth go forth to their fame and their agony,
For God will judge in the end, and His price be paid!
