Have you heard the din of battle?
Heard the scream of shot and shell
Sabre clash and musket rattle,
In their work of death and hell?

Have you heard the bugle calling
Bold advance and brave retreat,
With a thousand heroes falling,
Some in victory, some defeat?

War is hell! O haste the morning
Of the day when it will cease!
War is hell! All haste the dawning
Of the day of lasting peace!

Yet, within the soul's deep center,
Oft when peace reigns o'er the land,
Graver, fiercer conflicts enter
Than those waged by warlike band.