Page:Fifes and Drums, Poems of America at War, Vigilantes, 1917.djvu/54

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FIFES AND DRUMS


Your foe is ours, our friend becomes your friend.
    And to you all, and to our sons, say we:
    We hate this hateful war, and it shall end!

Louis How.