By my house and thy house hangs all the world's fate,

On thy house and my house lies half the world's hate.

For my house and thy house no help shall we find

Save thy house and my house—kin cleaving to kind:

If my house be taken, thine tumbleth anon,

If thy house be forfeit, mine followeth soon.

'Twixt my house and thy house what talk can there be

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Of headship or lordship, or service or fee?

Since my house to thy house no greater can send

Than thy house to my house—friend comforting friend;

And thy house to my house no meaner can bring

Than my house to thy house—King counselling King.

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RUSSIA TO THE PACIFISTS

God rest you, peaceful gentlemen, let nothing you dismay,

But—leave your sports a little while—the dead are borne this way!

Armies dead and Cities dead, past all count or care.

God rest you, merry gentlemen, what portent see you there?

Singing:—Break ground for a wearied host

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