Then the strong trumpets like the guns of God
Burst, dealing life more terrible than death
The beautiful terror that the tube of brass
Made of man's breath;
And drums that shake the heart and wake the soul
Rolled like deep seas
But no gun followed. And the silence drank
Thunders of peace.

And trumpet over trumpet overtopping
The purple trees
Made upon earth and all the reeling forests
Earthquakes of peace
Earth that had heard the hundred horns of war
And none like these.
Peace upon earth: peace on one piece of earth
Came down that day;

When to the wild melodies like wintry weather
When to the crack of thunder-clouds together
Broke the broad daybreak on Paraguay.
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