WAR I abhor, And yet how sweet The sound along the marching street Of drum and fife; and I forget Wet eyes of widows, and forget Broken old mothers, and the whole Dark butchery without a soul. Swords and Ploughshares Or the Supplanting of the System of War by the ... - Page 181 by Lucia Ames Mead - 1912 - 249 pages Full view -
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