Dies Ire-Dies Pacis

" Only through Me! " . . . The clear, high call comes pealing,
Above the thunders of the battle-plain; —
" Only through Me can Life's red wounds find healing;
Only through Me shall Earth have peace again.

Only through Me! . . . Love's Might, all might transcending,
Alone can draw the poison-fangs of Hate.
Yours the beginning! — Mine at nobler ending, —
Peace upon Earth, and Man regenerate!

Only through Me can come the great awaking;
Wrong cannot right the wrongs that Wrong hath done;
Only through Me, all other gods forsaking,
Can ye attain the heights that must be won.

Only through Me shall Victory be sounded;
Only through Me can Right wield righteous sword;
Only, through Me shall Peace be surely founded;
Only through Me! Then bid Me to the Board! "

Can we not rise to such great height of glory?
Shall this vast sorrow spend itself in vain?
Shall future ages tell the woeful story, —
Christ by His own was crucified again?
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