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Not peace bought for us by the martyred dead

Of countries reeking red;

No peace flung to us from a tyrant's hand,

Sop to a servile land.

Our Peace the State's strong arm holds high and free,

The "placid Peace she seeks in liberty,"

Yea, "with a sword."

Help us, O Lord!

Bring out the banners that defied a king;

Then tattered colors bring

That made a nation one from sea to sea,

In godly liberty.

Unsheathe the patriot sword in time of need,

America! Forth, forth your armies lead!

"Peace, with a sword!

Help us, O Lord!"

Abbie Furwell Brown.