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Angel of Peace, the hounds of war, / Unleashed, are all abroad, / And war's foul trade again is made / Man's leading aim in life. / Blood dyes the billow and the sod; / The very winds are rife / With tales of slaughter. Angel, pray, / What can we do or think or say / In times like these? / ‘Child, think of God!'
‘Before this little speck in space / Called Earth with light was shod, / Great chains and tiers of splendid spheres / Were fashioned by His hand. / Be thine the part to love and laud, / Nor seek to understand. / Go lift thine eyes from death-charged guns / To one who made a billion suns; / And trust and wait. / Child, dwell on God! '