SongIV

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Song

IV

The Unreasonableness of Hatred

Why all this furious strife? Oh, why

With rash and wilful hand provoke death’s destined day?

If death ye seek⁠—lo! Death is nigh,

Not of their master’s will those coursers swift delay!

The wild beasts vent on man their rage,

Yet ’gainst their brothers’ lives men point the murderous steel;

Unjust and cruel wars they wage,

And haste with flying darts the death to meet or deal.

No right nor reason can they show;

’Tis but because their lands and laws are not the same.

Wouldst thou give each his due; then know

Thy love the good must have, the bad thy pity claim.