"The Return," John Freeman

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The Return

I heard the rumbling guns. I saw the smoke,

The unintelligible shock of hosts that still,

Far off, unseeing, strove and strove again;

And Beauty flying naked down the hill

From morn to eve: and the stern night cried Peace!

And shut the strife in darkness: all was still,

Then slowly crept a triumph on the dark—

And I heard Beauty singing up the hill.

–John Freeman