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More Songs by the Fighting Men

And nothing shall purge the land
Where the curse of sin has stood
But the purge of the whetted steel
And the drench of blood.
While perchance at the end shall Peace
Her impotent pinions spread
O'er the ruined home and the smoking land
And the blank eyes of our dead.


Hark!—through the lazy air
Comes the sound of guns again.
Once more man reaps with a sickle of fire
The harvest of the slain.

Pont d'Essars, France.

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