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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
Struggle and Peace
By Johanna Ambrosius (1854–1939)
 
A QUARTER-CENTURY warfare woke
No sabre clash nor powder smoke,
No triumph song nor battle cry;
Their shields no templared knights stood by.
Though fought were many battles hot,        5
Of any fight the world knew not
How great the perils often grew—
        God only knew.
 
Within my deepest soul-depths torn,
In hands and feet wounds bleeding borne,        10
Trodden beneath the chargers’ tread,
How I endured, felt, suffered, bled,
How wept and groaned I in my woe,
When scoffed the malice-breathing foe,
How pierced his scorn my spirit through,        15
        God only knew.
 
The evening nears; cool zephyrs blow;
The struggle wild doth weaker grow;
The air with scarce a sigh is filled
From the pale mouth; the blood is stilled.        20
Quieted now my bitter pain;
A faint star lights the heavenly plain;
Peace cometh after want and woe—
        My God doth know.
 
 
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