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Love (Poem)

Ah, Love! conspire with me to lift the weight
From off men's souls, who on this mortal sphere
Do war, heedless of women's, children’s tear
And agony, with all-consuming hate,
Infuse into their souls, insatiate,
Thy gentler, sweeter nature: Burn and sear
The evil from their hearts: Transpose the fear
Which anger bears: Let love impenetrate.
Then shall the women, children laugh with joy,
And garlands weave of many hues and form:
The weapons of destructive hate destroy,
And with the alchemy of love transform
Them into highest, glorious founts of life,
And hallowed peace replace this fearful strife.

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