Where nature with accustomed round
Sweeps and garnishes the ground
With kindly beauty, warm or cold -
Alternate seasons never old:
Heathen, how furiously you rage,
Cursing this blood and brimstone age,
How furiously against your will
You kill and kill again, and kill:
All thought of peace behind you cast,
Till like small boys with fear aghast,
Each cries for God to understand,
'I could not help it, it was my hand.'" (Robert Graves)

Where nature with accustomed round Sweeps and garnishes the ground With kindly beauty, warm or cold - Alternate seasons never old: Heathen, how furiously you rage, Cursing this blood and brimstone age, How furiously against your will You kill and kill again, and kill: All thought of peace behind you cast, Till like small boys with fear aghast, Each cries for God to understand, 'I could not help it, it was my hand.'"

Robert Graves

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