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Sheath not the Sword! Thousands thy kinsmen wait
To enter at thy need stern Death's dark gate—
Sheath not the Sword!

Harden thy heart! Stay not the slaying hand,
Till each, erect, stand in his cleanséd land—
Sheath not the Sword!

Harden thy heart! Withhold the pitying ear,
Until their Hymn of Hate turn to a cry of fear!—
Sheath not the Sword!