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World Peace Foundation, 1912
 

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Stran 10 - Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth, bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals nor forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred! And every nation, that should lift again Its hand against a brother, on its forehead Would wear for evermore the curse of Cain!
Stran 6 - Differences which may arise of a legal nature, or relating to the interpretation of treaties existing between the two Contracting Parties, and which it may not have been possible to settle by diplomacy...
Stran 5 - International arbitration has for its object the settlement of disputes between States by judges of their own choice and on the basis of respect for law.
Stran 4 - To do to others as I would That they should do to me, Will make me honest, kind, and good, As children ought to be.
Stran 11 - WHERE is the true man's fatherland ? Is it where he by chance is born ? Doth not the yearning spirit scorn In such scant borders to be spanned ? O, yes ' his fatherland must be As the blue heaven wide and free...
Stran 10 - A h ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary When the death-angel touches those swift keys ! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies ! I hear even now the infinite fierce chorus, The cries of agony...
Stran 7 - A NATION spoke to a Nation, A Queen sent word to a Throne : " Daughter am I in my mother's house, But mistress in my own. The gates are mine to open, As the gates are mine to close, And I set my house in order,
Stran 10 - The tumult of each sacked and burning village ; The shout that every prayer for mercy drowns ; The soldiers' revels in the midst of pillage ; The wail of famine in beleaguered towns ; The bursting shell, the gateway wrenched asunder, The rattling musketry, the clashing blade ; And ever and anon, in tones of thunder, The diapason of the cannonade. Is it, O man, with such discordant noises, With such accursed instruments as these, Thou drownest Nature's sweet and kindly voices, And jarrest the celestial...
Stran 4 - And some there be which have no memorial, Who are perished, as though they had never been; And are become as though they had never been born, And their children after them.

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