THE SAD YEARS
PROGRESS: 1914-1918 (Continued)
“I have built my state,” said the proud earth,
“In strife and foul dissension;”
“Thy church uprising,” cried the grey rocks,
“From blood and hot contention.”
“Lo! I am athirst,” sighed the brown earth,
“Grant me red wine to spend.”
“As it was in the beginning,” said the great hills,
“And shall be to the end.”
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