The Voice Divine
Not Prussia's legions nor subservient band
Of Hapsburg horde and Turk e'er may control
The stormy tide of destinies that roll
Surges of war, war surges to withstand,
O'er trembling Europe, shaking every land,
Uniting in one democratic whole
An ever-widening commonwealth of soul,
One true entente and firm alliance grand.
What boots vain boast of perjured Emperor?
Roar of Krupp gun, or stab of bayonet?
Humanity obeys a voice divine!
And love enlists in this redeeming war
For man's just cause; and God will not forget
That man's just cause, sweet Liberty, is thine.
Of Hapsburg horde and Turk e'er may control
The stormy tide of destinies that roll
Surges of war, war surges to withstand,
O'er trembling Europe, shaking every land,
Uniting in one democratic whole
An ever-widening commonwealth of soul,
One true entente and firm alliance grand.
What boots vain boast of perjured Emperor?
Roar of Krupp gun, or stab of bayonet?
Humanity obeys a voice divine!
And love enlists in this redeeming war
For man's just cause; and God will not forget
That man's just cause, sweet Liberty, is thine.
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