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Not all the stream of blood outpoured

Can Peace—the Long-desired—afford;

Not tears of Mother, Maid or Wife. ..

Make this thing plain!

We must root out our sins ignored,

By whatsoever name adored;

Our secret sins, that, ever rife,

Shrink from the operating knife;

Then shall we rise, renewed, restored. ..

Make this thing plain! Austin Dobson

PEACE ( 11, 1918)