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Harriet Monroe - For Peace
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Flowers grow in the grass, 
Baby footfalls pass 
Over the fields once red, 
Over the hero`s head— 
			For Peace.

The earth, through her leafy veil, 
Whispers a magic tale; 
And the scholar reads in the clod 
The latest news of God— 
			For Peace.

Brave little wires are spun
For voices to fly upon;
Words out of clouds are caught
From some witch`s woof of thought
			For Peace. 
And the cataract`s foamy troubles 
Illumine a million bubbles, 
In some city far away 
Turning the night to day— 
			For Peace.

Proud trains, heralds austere, 
Bring far-off nations near, 
Piercing the mountain`s crown, 
Treading the barriers down— 
			For Peace.

Swift ships, that pound the sea, 
Set the earth-chained spirit free, 
Show the whole round world unrolled 
Before the young moon grows old— 
			For Peace.

And the white-winged aeroplane 
Laughs, in its mad disdain, 
At limits and barricades 
And cruisers and cavalcades—
			For Peace. 

Even the war engines dread— 
The guns with bomb-shells fed, 
The grim gray battle-ships— 
Shout through their iron lips 
			For Peace.

Oh, never a hero`s grave 
But for Peace his life he gave! 
And the warrior bears his scar, 
And the poet sings of war 
			For Peace.
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