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Title: Sons Of Battle
Author: Bert Leston Taylor [
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Let us have peace, and Thy blessing,
Lord of the Wind and the Rain,
When we shall cease from oppressing,
From all injustice refrain;
When we hate falsehood and spurn it;
When we are men among men.
Let us have peace when we earn it--
Never an hour till then.
Let us have rest in Thy garden,
Lord of the Rock and the Green,
When there is nothing to pardon,
When we are whitened and clean.
Purge us of skulking and treason,
Help us to put them away.
We shall have rest in Thy season;
Till then the heat of the fray.
Let us have peace in Thy pleasure,
Lord of the Cloud and the Sun;
Grant to us aeons of leisure
When the long battle is done.
Now we have only begun it;
Stead us!--we ask nothing more.
Peace--rest--but not till we've won it--
Never an hour before.
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Bert Leston Taylor's poem: Sons Of Battle
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