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Oh, It's Home Again And Home Again, America For Me! I Want A Ship That's Westward Bound To Plough The Rolling Sea To The Blessed Land Of Room Enough Beyond The Ocean Bars, Where The Air Is Full Of Sunlight And The Flag Is Full Of Stars.

Peace Without Justice Is A Low Estate,— A Coward Cringing To An Iron Fate! But Peace Through Justice Is The Great Ideal,— We'll Pay The Price Of War To Make It Real.

Time Is Too Slow For Those Who Wait, Too Swift For Those Who Fear, Too Long For Those Who Grieve, Too Short For Those Who Rejoice, But For Those Who Love, Time Is Eternity.

For Ever So Our Thoughtful Hearts Repeaton Fields Of Triumph Dirges Of Defeat;and Still We Turn On Gala-days To Treadamong The Rustling Memories Of The Dead.

If All The World Were Music, Our Hearts Would Often Long For One Sweet Strain Of Silence. To Break The Endless Song.