But when the war-worn, knowing all Of glory, horror and hate, Abandons all for the heart`s sure call And the need of a stricken mate. Better than all the man-made creeds Begotten in hate`s foul fog, Furthered by dark and bloody deeds In the name of the under-dog; Better than "rights" conceived in rage, With policy, plot and plan, Earth`s rich, rejected heritage, The love of man for man.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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