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 John W. Garvin

Never again shall a War-Lord dread

Throttle industrial peace ! Never again shall Ambition s tread

Trample the fields increase ! For the Toilers, strong in the love of right,

In the hate of ills that mar, Will rise in their mulitudinous might

And conquer War!

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��RIGHT IS MIGHT

OW you braved the Moral Law

Without fear! But your eyes the Victor saw, In his beauty not a flaw As he pierced you thro the raw

With his spear.

How you struggled, how you wrought,

For the spoils !

But the fiercer that you fought To possess the treasure sought, All the faster were you caught

In his toils.

Yield your battered sword and shield

To his might!

When your bleeding wounds are healed, Join his forces in the field, And the Sword of Honour wield

For the Right !

MAJESTY

HIS old, old Mother of the Years!

To her warm bosom pressed in strong embrace,

As on thro space,

A million miles a day she beats her wings,

And softly sings

Her grace-note in the music of the spheres.

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