| George Herbert Clarke, ed. (1873–1953). A Treasury of War Poetry. 1917. |
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| 59. “When there is Peace” |
| | | By Austin Dobson |
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| “When there is Peace our land no more | |
| Will be the land we knew of yore.” | |
| Thus do our facile seers foretell | |
| The truth that none can buy or sell | |
| And e’en the wisest must ignore. | 5 |
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| When we have bled at every pore, | |
| Shall we still strive for gear and store? | |
| Will it be Heaven? Will it be Hell, | |
| When there is Peace? | |
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| This let us pray for, this implore: | 10 |
| That all base dreams thrust out at door, | |
| We may in loftier aims excel | |
| And, like men waking from a spell, | |
| Grow stronger, nobler, than before, | |
When there is Peace.
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