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“The Battle Cry of Peace” Letter to the New York Evening Post, 12 October 1915. Sir: That mysterious title, “The Battle Cry of Peace,” has intrigued my curiosity ever since I first saw it.
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- He did not wear his scarlet coat, For blood and wine are red, And blood and wine were on his hands. When they found him with the dead, The poor dead woman whom he loved,
- Six weeks the guardsman walked the yard, In the suit of shabby gray: His cricket cap was on his head, And his step seemed light and gay, But I never saw a man who looked.
- In Debtors' Yard the stones are hard, And the dripping wall is high, So it was there he took the air. Beneath the leaden sky, And by each side a Warder walked,
- There is no chapel on the day. On which they hang a man: The Chaplain's heart is far too sick, Or his face is far too wan, Or there is that written in his eyes.
Feb 14, 2012 · The Project Gutenberg eBook of Poems, by W. B. Yeats. This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www ...
peace do; vil vad - I age, We er Or We have heard the will we pil - lage in ev'- y Bel- gian raid- er, and yield to the In - call stand for and help see a our cross cit the les sea burn now that we have seen What war may real- Iy mean But For when the aw - ful war Shall reach our peace-ful shore The Battle Cry etc. 4
A brave and startling truth. And when we come to it To the day of peacemaking When we release our fingers From fists of hostility And allow the pure air to cool our palms.
Oct 24, 2011 · Great is the battle-god, great, and his kingdom—; A field where a thousand corpses lie. Do not weep, babe, for war is kind. Because your father tumbled in the yellow trenches, Raged at his breast, gulped and died, Do not weep. War is kind. Swift blazing flag of the regiment, Eagle with crest of red and gold,
