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On the glory they give me and gave.

CHORUS

In the name of the Lord? Of what Lord?

Where is He, this God of the Sword?

Unfold Him; where hath He His throne?

Is He Lord of the Teuton alone?

Doth He walk on the earth? Doth He tread

On the limbs of the dying and dead?

Unfold Him! We sicken, and long

To look on this God of the strong!

PRIEST

Hush! In the name of the Lord,

Kneel ye, and bless ye the Sword!

R. Buchanan (The Apotheosis of the Sword, Versailles, 1871)

Short is mine errand to tell, and the end of my desire:

For peace I bear unto thee, and to all the kings of the earth,

Who bear the sword aright, and are crowned with the crown of worth;

But unpeace to the lords of evil, and the battle and the death;

And the edge of the sword to the traitor and the flame to the slanderous breath:

And I would that the loving were loved, and I would that the weary should sleep,

And that man should hearken to man, and that he that soweth should reap.

W. Morris (Sigurd the Volsung, Book III).

SACRIFICE