Classic Poem

The hand that was nailed is mailed to-day,
The Christ hath unsheathed the sword,
And men to a Holy War go forth,
Led on by their fighting Lord.

‘Not peace, but a sword I come to bring.’
So ploughshares are turned to swords,
And the Allies' flags o'er the battle-line
Are the Master's Scourge of Cords.