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Edgar Guest - Prophecy
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We shall thank our God for graces
That we`ve never known before;
We shall look on manlier faces
When our troubled days are o`er.
We shall rise a better nation
From the battle`s grief and grime,
And shall win our soul`s salvation
In this bitter trial time.
And the old Flag waving o`er us
In the dancing morning sun
Will be daily singing for us
Of a splendor new begun.

When the rifles cease to rattle
And the cannon cease to roar,
When is passed the smoke of battle
And the death lists are no more,
With a yet undreamed of beauty
As a people we shall rise,
And a love of right and duty
Shall be gleaming in our eyes.
As a country, tried by sorrow,
With a heritage of worth,
We shall stand in that to-morrow
With the leaders of the earth.
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