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Rh Lay not to me your hollow

And broken words of faith—

To sin that good may follow

No law of mine," He saith.

If, 'twixt your tribes and nations,

There lives no law but might,

Not myriad incantations

Can make your evil right.

Ye call me 'God of battle';

I weary while ye slay.

Are ye my hornèd cattle

To find no better way?"

ONE COUNTRY—ONE SACRIFICE

(ENSIGN WORTH BAGLEY, MAY 11, 1898)

"WHEN WITH THEIR COUNTRY'S ANGER"

with their country's anger

They flame into the fight,—

On sea, in treacherous forest,

To strike with main and might,—

He shows the gentlest mercy

Who rains the deadliest blows;

Then quick war's hell is ended,

And home the hero goes.