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 The blaze of creeds passed into it, the hiss of horrid fires,

The headlong spear, the scarlet cross, the hair-shirt and the briars,

The cloistered brethren's thunderous chaunt, the errant champion's song,

The shifting of the crowns and thrones, the tangle of the strong.

The shattering fall of crest and crown and shield and cross and cope,

The tearing of the gauds of time, the blight of prince and pope,

The reign of ragged millions leagued to wrench a loaded debt,

Loud with the many-throated roar, the word went forward yet.

The song of wheels passed into it, the roaring and the smoke

The riddle of the want and wage, the fogs that burn and choke.

The breaking of the girths of gold, the needs that creep and swell,

The strengthening hope, the dazing light, the deafening evangel,

Through kingdoms dead and empires damned, through changes without cease,

With earthquake, chaos, born and fed, rose,—and the word was "Peace."