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We travelled in the print of olden wars;
    Yet all the land was green;
    And love we found, and peace,
    Where fire and war had been.

They pass and smile, the children of the sword -
    No more the sword they wield;
    And O, how deep the corn
    Along the battle-field.

                - W.P. Bannatyne (Robert Louis Stevenson),
                  Travels with a Donkey