Oh spacious days of glory and of grieving! Oh sounding hours of lustre and of loss! Let us be glad we lived you, still believing The God who gave the cannon gave the Cross. Let us be sure amid these seething passions, The lusts of blood and hate our souls abhor, The Power that Order out of Chaos fashions Smites fiercest in the wrath-red forge of War. ... Have faith! Fight on! Amid the battle-hell Love triumphs, Freedom beacons, all is well.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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