Across a world where all men grieve
   And grieving strive the more,
The great days range like tides and leave
   Our dead on every shore.
Heavy the load we undergo,
   And our own hands prepare,
If we have parley with the foe,
   The load our sons must bear.

Before we loose the word
   That bids new worlds to birth,
Needs must we loosen first the sword
   Of Justice upon earth;
Or else all else is vain
   Since life on earth began,
And the spent world sinks back again
   Hopeless of God and Man.
A People and their King
   Through ancient sin grown strong,
Because they feared no reckoning
   Would set no bound to wrong;
But now their hour is past,
   And we who bore it find
Evil Incarnate held at last
   To answer to mankind.
For agony and spoil
   Of nations beat to dust,
For poisoned air and tortured soil
   And cold, commanded lust,
And every secret woe
   The shuddering waters saw—
Willed and fulfilled by high and low—
   Let them relearn the Law:
That when the dooms are read,
   Not high nor low shall say:—
My haughty or my humble head
   Has saved me in this day.
That, till the end of time,
   Their remnant shall recall
Their fathers’ old, confederate crime
   Availed them not at all:
That neither schools nor priests,
   Nor Kings may build again
A people with the heart of beasts
   Made wise concerning men.
Whereby our dead shall sleep
   In honour, unbetrayed,
And we in faith and honour keep
   That peace for which they paid.