THE SEVENTH BEATITUDE

Great is the debt we owe to peacemakers.Their lives are noble bridges that uniteThe hearts of men; their love welds in the ChristThe races, classes, sects; they build aright!

Theirs is the honest glow of brotherhoodIn home or church, in office, workshop, plant.Swiftly they substitute, when thought is fogged,The piercing light of Mind for mortal slant.

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