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Come, Peace, not like a mourner bowed For honor lost and dear ones wasted, But proud, to meet a people proud, With eyes that tell of triumph tasted.
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Whitelaw Reid
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gutenberg.orgCome, Peace, not like a mourner bowed For honor lost and dear ones wasted, But proud, to meet a people proud, With eyes that tell of triumph tasted.
Reid poetically calls for a proud peace that reflects the nation's triumphs.
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