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WAR.
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It comes with sins and woes,
A dark and endless train,
It fills the breast with murderous hate,
Where Christian love should reign;
It desolates the land
With famine, death and flame,
And those are in a sad mistake
Who seek the warrior's fame.
Oh, may I guard my heart
From every evil thing,
From thoughts of anger and revenge,
Whence wars and fighting spring:
And may the plants of peace
Grow up serene and fair,
And mark me for a child of heaven,
That I may enter there.
