Appendix D 



"But War's fierce furnace melts the chains of slaves; 

 Its march obliterates old vested wrongs; 

 Foul Bastiles crumble at its trumpet call, 

 And tyrants gasp at serried hosts of men. 

 War's candent fire-bath purifies the state, 

 War's furnace heat the bond of union welds. 

 Shall not war bring the great Enfranchisement, 

 The freedom from all shackles of the Past ?" 



He reaps dire harvest who sows dragon's teeth! 

 When Law is silent, anarch murder rules; 

 Law is humanity's consummate flower, 

 And Love is the fulfillment of the Law; 

 Its blind and brute denial, that is War. 

 The Laws of War! In war, there is no law. 

 Where war is not, there and there only — Law. 



Where armies quarter, thorns and thistles grow. 

 New wrongs spring ever in the wake of war. 

 From their hot ashes mount up fresh Bastiles; 

 The Sutler camps on the Avenger's trail; 

 The Mailed Fist is but a burglar's tool; 

 Gross cities swell with loot of great campaigns, 

 The Vulture gorges where the Eagle strikes. 



And each fresh slaughter dwarfs the breed of men — 

 The Unreturning ever were the Brave! 



Nothing enduring yet in wrath was wrought; 



No noble deed in hatred; in all time 



The Master Builder works in soberness; 



A world which reeked with wars, and reeks again, 



The Prince of Peace in patience re-creates. 



Oh, take away the frippery of war. 

 Its zest for glory, its mouth-filling lies. 

 Its rippling colors and resounding drums. 

 Its chargers, bannerets, and bugle calls. 

 Its heady wine of music and acclaim 

 That make a slaughter seem a holidayl 



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