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Put by the sword (a dreamer saith),
 * The years of peace draw nigh!

Already the millennial dawn
 * Makes red the eastern sky!

Be not deceived. It comes not yet!
 * The ancient passions keep

Alive beneath their changing masks.
 * They are not dead. They sleep.

Surely peace comes. As sure as Man
 * Rose from primeval slime.

That was not yesterday. There's still
 * A weary height to climb!

And we can dwell too long with dreams
 * And play too much with words,

Forgetting our inheritance
 * Was bought and held with swords.