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Shall it be Peace	A
A voice within me cried and would not cease	A
'One man could do it if he would but dare '	B
From Policeman X in Bees in Amber	C
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He did not dare	D
His swelling pride laid wait	E
On opportunity then dropped the mask	F
And tempted Fate cast loaded dice and lost	G
Nor recked the cost of losing	H
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Their souls are mine	I
Their lives were in thy hand	J
Of thee I do require them	K
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The Voice so stern and sad thrilled my heart's core	L
And shook me where I stood	M
Sharper than sharpest sword it fell on him	N
Who stood defiant muffle cloaked and helmed	M
With eyes that burned impatient to be gone	O
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The fetor of thy grim burnt offerings	P
Comes up to me in clouds of bitterness	Q
Thy fell undoings crucify afresh	R
Thy Lord who died alike for these and thee	S
Thy works are Death thy spear is in my side	M
O man O man was it for this I died	M
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Was it for this	T
A valiant people harried to the void	M
Their fruitful fields a burnt out wilderness	Q
Their prosperous country ravelled into waste	M
Their smiling land a vast red sepulchre	L
Thy work	U
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For this	T
Black clouds of smoke that vail the sight of heaven	V
Black piles of stones which yesterday were homes	W
And raw black heaps which once were villages	X
Fair towns in ashes spoiled to suage thy spleen	Y
My temples desecrate My priests out cast	M
Black ruin everywhere and red a land	M
All swamped with blood and savaged raw and bare	L
All sickened with the reek and stench of war	L
And flung a prey to pestilence and want	M
Thy work	U
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For this	T
Life's fair white flower of manhood in the dust	M
Ten thousand thousand hearts made desolate	M
My troubled world a seething pit of hate	M
My helpless ones the victims of thy lust	M
The broken maids lift hopeless eyes to Me	S
The little ones lift handless arms to Me	S
The tortured women lift white lips to Me	S
The eyes of murdered white haired sires and dames	Z
Stare up at Me And the sad anguished eyes	A2
Of My dumb beasts in agony	S
Thy work	U
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Outrage on outrage thunders to the sky	B2
The tale of thy stupendous infamy	S
Thy slaughterings thy treacheries thy thefts	C2
Thy broken pacts thy honour in the mire	L
Thy poor humanity cast off to sate thy pride	M
'Twere better thou hadst never lived or died	M
Ere come to this	T
Thou art the man The scales were in thy hand	M
For this vast wrong I hold thy soul in fee	S
Seek not a scapegoat for thy righteous due	M
Nor hope to void thy countability	M
Until thou purge thy pride and turn to Me	S
As thou hast done so be it unto thee	S
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The shining eyes so stern and sweet and sad	M
Searched the hard face for sign of hopeful grace	D2
But grace was none Enarmoured in his pride	M
With brusque salute the other turned and strode	M
Adown the night of Death and fitful fires	E2
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Then as the Master bowed him sorrowing	B2
I heard a great Voice pealing through the heavens	F2
A Voice that dwarfed earth's thunders to a moan	G2
Woe Woe Woe to him by whom this came	H2
His house shall unto him be desolate	M
And to the end of time his name shall be	S
A byword and reproach in all the lands	I2
He rapined And his own shall curse him	N
For the ruin that he brought	M
Who without reason draws the sword	M
By sword shall perish	J2
The Lord hath said So be it Lord	M
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AND AFTER	L
WHAT	M
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God grant the sacrifice be not in vain	K2
Those valiant souls who set themselves with pride	M
To hold the Ways and fought and fought and died	M
They rest with Thee	S
But to the end of time	L2
The virtue of their valiance shall remain	K2
To pulse a nobler life through every vein	K2
Of our humanity	S
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No drop of hero blood e'er runs to waste	M
But springs eternal Fountain pure and chaste	M
For cleansing of men's souls from earthly grime	L2
Life knows no waste The Reaper tolls in vain	K2
In vain piles high his grim red harvesting	B2
His dread red harvest of the slain	K2
God's wondrous husbandry is oft obscure	L
But without halt or haste its course is sure	L
And His good grain must die to live again	M2
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From this dread sowing grant us harvest Lord	M
Of Nobler Doing and of Loftier Hope	N2
An All Embracing and Enduring Peace	A
A Bond of States a Pact of Peoples based	M
On no caprice of royal whim but on	O2
Foundation mightier than the mightiest throne	G2
The Well Considered Will of All the Lands	I2
Therewith a simpler purer larger life	P2
Unhampered by the dread of war's alarms	Q2
A life attuned to closer touch with Thee	S
And golden threaded with Thy Charity	S
A Sweeter Earth a Nearer Heaven a World	M
As emulous in Peace as once in War	L
And striving ever upward towards The Goal	R2
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So once again through Death shall come New Life	P2
And out of Darkness Light	M

William Arthur Dunkerley (john Oxenham)

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