Frank Swannell Diaries: Part I
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| − | FORWARD BY ALFRED NOYES A thousand creeds and battle-cries, A thousand warring social schemes, A thousand new moralities, And twenty thousand thousand dreams. | + | FORWARD BY ALFRED NOYES |
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| + | A thousand creeds and battle-cries, A thousand warring social schemes, A thousand new moralities, And twenty thousand thousand dreams. | ||
Each on his own anarchic way, From the old order breaking free-- Our ruined world desires, you say. License, once more, not Liberty. | Each on his own anarchic way, From the old order breaking free-- Our ruined world desires, you say. License, once more, not Liberty. | ||
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And we who march toward a goal, Destroying only to fulfil The law, the law of that great soul Which moves beneath your alien will; | And we who march toward a goal, Destroying only to fulfil The law, the law of that great soul Which moves beneath your alien will; | ||
| − | We, that like foemen meet the past Because we bring the future, know We only fight to achieve at last A great reunion with our | + | We, that like foemen meet the past Because we bring the future, know We only fight to achieve at last A great reunion with our foe; |
Reunion in the truths that stand When all our wars are rolled away; Reunion of the heart and hand And of the prayers wherewith we pray; | Reunion in the truths that stand When all our wars are rolled away; Reunion of the heart and hand And of the prayers wherewith we pray; | ||
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Forward!--what use in idle words? Forward, O warriors of the soul! There will be breaking up of swords When that new morning makes us whole. | Forward!--what use in idle words? Forward, O warriors of the soul! There will be breaking up of swords When that new morning makes us whole. | ||
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| + | BC Archives, MS-0392 | ||
| + | Box 1 | ||
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| + | FRANK SWANNELL PAPERS | ||
| + | Diary and enclosures, 1915. | ||
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FORWARD BY ALFRED NOYES
A thousand creeds and battle-cries, A thousand warring social schemes, A thousand new moralities, And twenty thousand thousand dreams.
Each on his own anarchic way, From the old order breaking free-- Our ruined world desires, you say. License, once more, not Liberty.
But ah, beneath the struggling foam, When storm and change are on the deep, How quietly the tides come home, And how the depths of sea-shine sleep;
And we who march toward a goal, Destroying only to fulfil The law, the law of that great soul Which moves beneath your alien will;
We, that like foemen meet the past Because we bring the future, know We only fight to achieve at last A great reunion with our foe;
Reunion in the truths that stand When all our wars are rolled away; Reunion of the heart and hand And of the prayers wherewith we pray;
Reunion in the common needs, The common strivings of mankind; Reunion of our warring creeds In the one God that dwells behind....
Forward!--what use in idle words? Forward, O warriors of the soul! There will be breaking up of swords When that new morning makes us whole.
BC Archives, MS-0392 Box 1 Volume 4 FRANK SWANNELL PAPERS Diary and enclosures, 1915.