I.
STAND up and meet the war!
The war by others bred.
Stand up and quote the Law!
Stand up and count the dead!
The needless sacrifice,
The foolishness and whim.
In prayer lift up your voice,
To men, but not to Him.
Though all the years depart,
Your brazen pretense stand:
In vengeance lift your hand!”
II.
That sickening lie of old,
Comes now to judge your word,
Comes now to mock your gold.
Once more it calls mankind,
Driven, oppressed, and slow
To rise, and break, and bind
The nations’ inmost foe.
III.
Bombast, pretense, deceit—
The nations’ seeming aim—
Are vanished in a night.
Only the Truth remains
To meet the sorrowing days.
All that we have and are,
Have fallen by the ways,
Have fed the flame of war.
Though all the years depart,
Your brazen pretense stand:
“Let kindness melt your heart!
Let meekness stay your hand!”
IV.
The easy hopes and lies
By which you sought the goal
Call now for sacrifice.
To-day you pay the toll.
Stand up and meet the war!
The strife by others bred.
Stand up and quote the Law!
Stand up and count the dead!