WAR AND PEACE.

War is hell!--war is hell!--

This is what the war-men yell

Yet they love to be in hell,

Love to hear the iron hail

Strike, till even strong men quail;

Love the dying soldier's knell,

Ringing shot and shrieking shell,

Love to hear the battle-cry,

Love to see men fight and die

With the struggle in their eye--

War is hell--war is hell,--

This is what the war-men yell.

War is wrong--war is wrong;

This the burden of my song:

War is wrong--war is wrong--

Sound the pean, human tongue;

Let the message far be flung--

Sound it, sound it heaven-high,

Sound it to the starry sky,

And Heaven, repeat the echoing,

Till all the earth of peace shall sing.

Peace loves day, but war loves night;

Peace loves calmness, war--to fight

In the wrong or in the right;

Peace the hungry man gives bread,

War would give a stone instead;

Peace is honest--not so war,

Crying--any way is fair;

Peace loves life--War loves the dead

With a halo overhead;

Peace pleads justice--War cries might

In the wrong or in the right;

Peace pleads--love your fellow-man,

War cries--kill him if you can;

Peace no evil thing would slight,

Yet while daring dares not fight,

Knowing might makes nothing right;

Peace means liberty and life,

War means enmity and strife;

Peace means plenty, peace means power,

War means--hell, and would devour

All who do not trust its power;

Peace means joy and love tomorrow,

War means hatred, death and sorrow;

Peace says--Bless you--men are brothers,

War says--Damn you, and all others.

War is hell, war is hell!--

This is what the war-men yell;

War is wrong, war is wrong--

This the burden of my song;

War is wrong, war is wrong,

There never was a just one,

Never;

There never was a just one,

Never.

True as two from two leaves none,

True as days are never done,

True as rivers downward run,

True as heaven holds the sun,--

War is wrong, war is wrong,

There never was a just one,

Never;

There never was a just one,

Never--

Sound the message, human tongue,

Sound it, sound it heaven-high,

Sound it to the starry sky,

And Heaven, repeat the echoing

Till all the earth of peace shall sing.

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