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154 Here will we join against our foes—

The hailstroke and the storm,

And the red and rustling cloud that blows

The locust's mile-deep swarm;

Frost and murrain and floods let loose

Shall launch us side by side

In the holy wars that have no truce

'Twixt seed and harvest tide.

Earth, where we rode to slay or be slain,

Our love shall redeem unto life;

We will gather and lead to her lips again

The waters of ancient strife,

From the far and fiercely guarded streams

And the pools where we lay in wait,

Till the corn cover our evil dreams

And the young corn our hate.

And when we bring old fights to mind,

We will not remember the sin—

If there be blood on his head of my kind,

Or blood on my head of his kin—