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A strain of music closed the tale, / A low, monotonous, funeral wail, / That with its cadence, wild and sweet, / Made the long Saga more complete.
"Thank God," the Theologian said, / "The reign of violence is dead, / Or dying surely from the world; / While Love triumphant reigns instead, / And in a brighter sky o'erhead / His blessed banners are unfurled. / And most of all thank God for this: / The war and waste of clashing creeds / Now end in words, and not in deeds, / And no one suffers loss, or bleeds, / For thoughts that men call heresies.