THE FORERUNNERS
I
ARA PACIS
DE profundis clamans, out of the abyss of all the hates,To thee, Divine Peace, will I lift up my song.The din of the armies shall not drown it.Imperturbable, I behold the rising flood incarnadine,Which bears the beauteous body of mutilated Europe,And I hear the raging wind which stirs the souls of men.Though I stand alone, I shall be faithful to thee.I shall not take my place at the sacrilegious communion of...
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