Blow, Bugle!

Blow, bugle!
But call us not again to battle.
Blow, blow, but waste no mortal's breath
In summoning our lads to death.
No more shall they be driven cattle!
Their war, and ours, is now for life.

Blow, bugle!
Predict the dawn, a friendly world —
For peace our labors!
Blow valiantly, to stay our hopes.
Blow, blow, though mankind blindly gropes.
All lands shall yet be friends and neighbors.
Today, let battle flags be furled.

Blow, bugle!
The world, repentant, longs for peace,
And needs your cheering.
Blow, bugle, lift a heavenly strain
That shall bring hope to life again.
Blow, as that sun-crowned day is nearing
When war and strife at last shall cease.

Blow, bugle!
But call us not again to battle.
Blow, blow, but waste no mortal's breath
In summoning our lads to death.
No more shall they be driven cattle!
Their war, and ours, is now for life.

Blow, bugle!
Predict the dawn, a friendly world —
For peace our labors!
Blow valiantly, to stay our hopes.
Blow, blow, though mankind blindly gropes.
All lands shall yet be friends and neighbors.
Today, let battle flags be furled.

Blow, bugle!
The world, repentant, longs for peace,
And needs your cheering.
Blow, bugle, lift a heavenly strain
That shall bring hope to life again.
Blow, as that sun-crowned day is nearing
When war and strife at last shall cease.
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