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Farjeon, Eleanor - Peace

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013846

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 I am as awful as my brother War,
    I am the sudden silence after clamour.
    I am the face that shows the seamy scar
    When blood and frenzy has lost its glamour.
    Men in my pause shall know the cost at last
    That is not to be paid in triumphs or tears,
    Men will begin to judge the thing that's past
    As men will judge it in a hundred years.

    Nations! whose ravenous engines must be fed
    Endlessly with the father and the son,
    My naked light upon your darkness, dread! -
    By which ye shall behold what ye have done:
    Whereon, more like a vulture than a dove,
    Ye set my seal in hatred, not in love.

   
    Let no man call me good. I am not blest.
    My single virtue is the end of crimes,
    I only am the period of unrest,
    The ceasing of horrors of the times;
    My good is but the negative of ill,
    Such ill as bends the spirit with despair,
    Such ill as makes the nations' soul stand still
    And freeze to stone beneath a Gorgon glare.

    Be blunt, and say that peace is but a state
    Wherein the active soul is free to move,
    And nations only show as mean or great
    According to the spirit then they prove. -
    O which of ye whose battle-cry is Hate
    Will first in peace dare shout the name of Love?

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Farjeon, Eleanor

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