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"O LONG THE FIENDS OF WAR SHALL DANCE"
O long the fiends of war shall dance
Upon the stricken fields of France:
And long and long their grisly cry
Shall echo up and smite the sky:
O long and long the tears of God
Shall fall upon a barren sod,
Save when, of His great clemency,
He gives men's hearts in custody
Of grim old kindly Death, who knows
The mould is better than the rose.
Upon the stricken fields of France:
And long and long their grisly cry
Shall echo up and smite the sky:
O long and long the tears of God
Shall fall upon a barren sod,
Save when, of His great clemency,
He gives men's hearts in custody
Of grim old kindly Death, who knows
The mould is better than the rose.
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