The End and the Beginning

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The End and the Beginning

The deed is done, O Kings: the blood is shed:

The sword is broken:⁠—broken, too, the Cross.

But she, the mother eternal of the dead,

Though sorrow-laden, smiles at the loss.

You go down grimed with the blood and smoke of wars;

Your armies scattered and your banners furled;

She comes down covered with the dust of stars,

And gives her life again to build the world.