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208 When comes that hour, resentment laid aside,

Into a ploughshare will I beat my sword;

The weaker Nations' strength shall be my pride,

Their gladness my exceeding great reward;

And not in vain shall be the tears now shed,

Nor vain the service of the gallant dead.

I war against the folly which is War,

The futile sacrifice that naught hath stayed,

The Great Delusion men have perished for,

The lie that hath the souls of men betrayed;

For faith I war, humanity, and trust;

For peace on earth—a lasting peace, and just!