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It comes with sins and woes, A dark and endless train, It fills the breast with murderous hate, Where Christian love should reign; It desolates the land With famine, death and flame, And those are in a sad mistake Who seek the warrior's fame.

Oh, may I guard my heart From every evil thing, From thoughts of anger and revenge, Whence wars and fighting spring: And may the plants of peace Grow up serene and fair, And mark me for a child of heaven, That I may enter there.