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As when the shadow of the sun's eclipse

Sweeps on the earth, and spreads a spectral air,

As if the universe were dying there,

On continent and isle the darkness dips

Unwonted gloom, and on the Atlantic slips;

So in the night the Belgian cities flare

Horizon-wide; the wandering people fare

Along the roads, and load the fleeing ships.

And westward borne that planetary sweep

Darkening o'er England and her times to be,

Already steps upon the ocean-deep!

Watch well, my country, that unearthly sea,

Lest when thou thinkest not, and in thy sleep,

Unapt for war, that gloom enshadow thee.

I pray for peace; yet peace is but a prayer.

How many wars have been in my brief years!

All races and all faiths, both hemispheres,

My eyes have seen embattled everywhere

The wide earth through; yet I do not despair

Of peace, that slowly through far ages nears;

Though not to me the golden morn appears,

My faith is perfect in time's issue fair.

For man doth build on an eternal scale,

And his ideals are framed of hope deferred;

The millennium came not; yet Christ did not fail,

Though ever unaccomplished is His word;

Him Prince of Peace, though unenthroned, we hail,

Supreme when in all bosoms He be heard.