The Sixteenth Demonstration

RETURN SWORD .

Perish every sword in rust,
Crumble, emblems, into dust,
Be our very flag accursed,
And our names forgot,
Ere we draw in evil strife, —
Ere we use in evil life, —
Ere we flauni where sin is rife,
And the Lord is not!

Templars, thorny was the road
That the Man OF S ORROWS trod,
But, returning back to God,
Peace H E left, and love:
Follow peace! the way is short,
Cherish love! this life is naught,
And the last great battle fought,
Find THE LORD above!
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