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I sing of peace. Was it but yesterday

I came among your roses and your corn?

Then momently amid this wrath I pray

For yesterday reborn. John Drinkwater

HERE is no joy in strife,

Peace is my great desire;

Yet God forbid I lose my life

Through fear to face the fire.

A peaceful man must fight

For that which peace demands,—

Freedom and faith, honour and right,

Defend with heart and hands.