Church in the Furnace e-bog

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. For the proudly guarded lips,<br>Streets where men nor strive nor cry,<br>For the armies and the ships,<br>Youth and laughing chivalry.<br>For the things that shall be won,<br>Clean and splendid from the flame,<br>For the brave new life begun,<br>Blessed be Thy holy Name!<br><br>They shall see who are unborn,<br>That remote, resplendent thing,<br>Of the which, forespent and torn,<br>All the world is travailing.<br>Lift your hearts above the years,<br>Thank our Lord not once or twice,<br>For the horror and the tears,<br>Bitterness and sacrifice. - J. S.<br><br>War will only be overcome when a moral substitute has been provided for it which will absorb all its qualities of strenuousness, indignation at wrong, indifference to property and life; for, to the end, justice and freedom can be defended only by the courage, devotion, and self-sacrifice which fear not them that kill the body and after that have no more that they can do. - John Oman.<br><br>Romance, that was<br>The coloured air of a forgotten cause<br>About the heads of heroes dead and bright,<br>Shines home: we are accompanied with light<br>Because of youth among us; and the name<br>Of man is touched with an ethereal flame:<br>There is a newness in the world begun,<br>A difference in the setting of the sun.<br>Oh, though we stumble in blinding tears, and though<br>The beating of our hearts may never know<br>Absence in pangs more desolately keen,<br>Yet blessed are our eyes, because they have seen. Laurence Binyon.