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THE NEW MARS
When comes that hour, resentment laid aside,
Into a ploughshare will I beat my sword;
The weaker Nations' strength shall be my pride,
Their gladness my exceeding great reward;
And not in vain shall be the tears now shed,
Nor vain the service of the gallant dead.
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I war against the folly which is War,
The futile sacrifice that naught hath stayed,
The Great Delusion men have perished for,
The lie that hath the souls of men betrayed;
For faith I war, humanity, and trust;
For peace on earth—a lasting peace, and just!
