The Lord of Life He did ordain

How this world should run,

That Love should call thro' joy and pain

Two natures to be one;

Now jags across the high God's plan

Division like a scar,

For this is true, that He made man,

But man made war.

Had men the dower of teeth and claws

And not a grace beside them?

Were they given wit to know the laws

And hard hearts to outride them?

What drove them turn the sweet green earth

Into a puddle of blood?

What drove them drown our simple mirth

In salt tear-flood?

Has man been lifted up erect,

A lord of life and death,

His world's elect, and his brow deckt

With murder for a wreath?

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