Archive for April 14th, 2008

If one war did break its pod
And cast poison seeds abroad:

If one word did from wounds lick
Clean of sting; restore the sick;

If clamor of factions set
One man to say,‘no’ to hate;

If one man had full measure
Of his worth to bestow in ‘nother

If in such free give and take,
With love clean his thirst slake-

Why, the earth would need invent
Something new for idlers hell-bent.


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