God, I am traveling out to death's sea,
I, who exulted in sunshine and laughter,
Dreamed not of dying - death is such waste of me!
Grant me one prayer: Doom not the hereafter
Of mankind to war, as though I had died not -
I, who in battle, my comrade's arm linking,
Shouted and sang, life in my pulses hot,
Throbbing and dancing! Let no my sinking
In the dark be for naught, my death a vain thing!
God, let me know not the end of man's fever!
Make my last breath a bugle call, carrying
Peace o'er the valleys and cold hills forever!
John Galsworthy
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