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Robert Louis Stenenson
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We traveled in the print of olden wares
Yet all the land was green,
And love we found, and peace,
Where fire and war had been.
They pass and smile, the children of the sword
No more the sword they wield;
And O, how deep the corn
Along the battlefield!
~Collected Works of Robert Louis Stenenson
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