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Show WAS. And this is War! . ' The vengeful spirit of an ancient race, Clad In brave armor, wounded in its pride; , The Jov of battle in its mailed face Driving Its foemen. like a rising tide That swirls the seafolk on the curving beach And leaves them stranded there to rot and bleach. And thla is War! A peaceful highway on a sunny hill, A file of busy ants that bravely toll Until they meet their fellows stop to kill And then march onward with the robber spoil ; When from the clouds a sudden, driving rain Sweeps them, unheeding, to the flooded . plain. j And this Is War! -An eddy in the dust, a troubled pool. A pebble In the river's mighty flow Man feeble effort, like the painted fool. To prove that he Is master of the show; While laws immutable uplift the clod And mold him to the purposes of God! Robert Bridges, In Comer's Weekly, |