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Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error
There were no need of arsenals and forts.
The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Would wear forevermore the curse of Cain.
Down the dark future, through long generations,
The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease: And like a bell, with solemn sweet vibrations,
I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace!"
Peace! and no longer from its brazen portals
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
NOV 27 1914