An inconclusive peace!—
A peace that would be no peace—
Naught but a treacherous truce for breeding
Of a later, greater, baser-still betrayal!—
"No!" …
The spirits of our myriad valiant dead,
Who died to make peace sure and life secure,
Thunder one mighty cry of righteous indignation,—
One vast imperative, unanswerable "No!" …
"Not for that, not for that, did we die!"—
They cry;—
"—To give fresh life to godless knavery!
—To forge again the chains of slavery
Such as humanity has never known!
We gave our lives to set Life free,
Loyally, willingly gave we,
Lest on our children, and on theirs,
Should come like misery.
And now, from our souls' heights and depths,
We cry to you,—"Beware,
Lest you defraud us of one smallest atom of the price
Of this our sacrifice!
One fraction less than that full liberty,
Which comes of righteous and enduring peace,
Will be betrayal of your trust,—
Betrayal of your race, the world, and God."