In Europe now, from sea to sea,
The nations bless me as they reap.”
Then I looked back along his path,
And heard the clash of steel on steel,
Where man faced man, in deadly wrath,
While clanged the tocsin’s hurrying peal.
The sky with burning towns flared red,
Nearer the noise of fighting rolled,
And brothers’ blood, by brothers shed,
Crept, curdling, over pavements cold.