Show selected verse PEACE C god does not love the sound of cannons roar nor march of ruthless legions on parade i the suf fring that a cru cruel ea war has made I 1 the he open wounds that bleed till life is oer nor was man born to bow in fear before i the greedy idols when ambition paid her dues in mournful sorrow the stronger will rejoice forevermore the phe weak grow stronger as they try to lift themselves above both hate and fear toward those heights dependent crave resolved that man no more through war shall die I 1 I 1 the ghosts of those who left for it stand near to help us keep the peace for which they gave GEORGE W CLARK |