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More Songs by the Fighting Men And nothing shall purge the land

Where the curse of sin has stood

But the purge of the whetted steel

And the drench of blood.

While perchance at the end shall Peace

Her impotent pinions spread

O'er the ruined home and the smoking land

And the blank eyes of our dead.

Hark!—through the lazy air

Comes the sound of guns again.

Once more man reaps with a sickle of fire

The harvest of the slain.

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