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THE WAR

For all we have and are,

For all our children’s fate,

Stand up and meet the war,

The Hun is at the gate.

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Our world has passed away

In wantonness o’erthrown;

There’s nothing left to-day

But steel, and fire, and stone.

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Comfort, content, delight,

The ages’ slow-bought gain,

They shrivelled in a night ....

Only ourselves remain.

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Though all we know depart,

The old commandments stand;

In patience keep your heart,

In strength lift up your hand.

Rudyard Kipling

Aug. 1914.

(by permission.)