When the cruel War is over The Earth will sing like a lover; And grasses, flowers, and trees Will shake with joy in the breeze. Very old weary men Will know their youth again. And be blithe as England's soldiers when They first sailed o'er the seas. And Wisdom lately spent Will steal forth from banishment, All betimes in the morning, Like a bride to her adorning, Gay and very wistful, Singing with her heart full, She will hide her forehead's scars With the fairest of Heaven's stars. And the tongue will leap with the brain, And not clank in a forger's chain, As it has been heretofore With Truth's jailer at the door; As it was on this globe prison Ere the soul of man had risen. And the dead in the morning dim Will reign as the seraphim. They will fan to flame man's spirit To a whiter purer merit. There will be a new beginning, And some shall cease from sinning,— When the bitter strife is over, And the Earth is Heaven's lover.
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