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Rh Shall children laugh for aye

And the sound of weeping cease

At the call of those who cry

Peace—when there is no peace?

Peace? What is peace but a name

For the war that shall not end

While souls are wrought in flame

High heaven to defend—?

Peace is a living sword

Forged for the hand of man

And the smithy of the Lord

In the halls where life began.

Peace is a challenge blown

In the trumpet of the wind.—

Till the stars are overthrown

Lift up your eyes, O blind!

And with your eyes mark well

God's banners swinging clear.

What do these banners tell?

To arms! For peace is here!