The Black Swans 



welcomed to that concord of the na- 

 tions from beyond the Rhine could 

 even then be plotting the hurling of 

 unheard-of giant super-shells from fifty 

 miles away into the very shadows of 

 Notre Dame itself. Thank God for 

 Joffre, Haig and Foch, and for our 

 Pershing, and for all their men! May 

 they never sheath their swords until 

 those flags of nations once I saw along 

 the Seine are streaming yet again 

 together in the sky, this time above 

 Berlin, with that of Wilhelm unter 

 alles. 



The garden must be cleared forever 

 of that noxious weed, unbridled power. 

 The poison ivies of the Prussian wood 

 must be consigned to all-consuming 

 flames. Then, and only then, can our 

 children, and our children's children, 

 go out in safety through the world to 

 pluck the fruits and flowers that grow 

 along the paths of peace and honest 

 toil. 



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