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MOODS OF WAR
As men that labor in a mountain war -- / Scaling sheer cliffs, hewing out stairs of stone, / Trenching the ice, quenching the torrent's roar / With rolling thunders in the gorges lone -- / Having seized a height, might stand with dazzled stare, / Seeing, beyond, a highest heavenly peak / Hung lucent as a cloud in the bright air, / Still to be won: O thus, even thus, we seek / Peace beyond War! and thus the Vision gleams / Upon us battling, that snow-crest sublime, / That holy mountain, that pure crown of dreams, / Toward which Man's soul has struggled up through Time. / In blood and sweat we war that War may cease; / And storming the last peak, we conquer Peace.