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  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 fightings 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.

 

God gave to Afric's sons A brow of sable dye, And spread the country of their birth Beneath a burning sky, And with a cheek of olive, made The little Hindoo child, And darkly stain'd the forest-tribes That roam our western wild. 