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SONGS OF WAR AND PEACE 167
Dread battle's blight has tried the souls of truest,
bravest men, And when, betimes, 'twas only seen within the
rifting cloud Before whose storm of leaden hail War's sable
plume has bowed.
And while the bells are ringing, and joy is everywhere ;
While Harmony is singing two songs of single air,
We'll praise the God of nations, and one undying love,
And bow in grateful thankfulness for blessings from above.
And let us hope the pattern set by Anglo-Saxon
sires, Who lit for all humanity sweet freedom's altar
fires, May serve till all the nations shall stand beside
us here, Unawed by any despot's rule, or aught to make
Then higher yet the banner of Columbia shall
And brighter shine the gleaming stars, against its azure sky;