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all our world upon a counter laid?

That is their taunt who say they know us well.

Then, like true merchants, let us to our trade;

What wares has God to sell?

A world at liberty, a path made clear

For steadfast justice and enduring peace,

Nations released forever from the fear

Of evil days like these—

A sound investment! but. . . the price is high.

Long-hoarded wealth in ruin, flame and steel,

Death lurking in the sea and in the sky—

What say you? Shall we deal?