At the battlement of the church spire:
Arms lay dispersed, deserted,
Soil cakes with the former drops of rage shed,
while finally, the auburn sun rises.
In the trenches of adversity I can see men huddled together, heads bowed, knees bent.
Their uniforms vary,
former enemies now grasp hands in reconciliation.
Words have ceased and silence has beckoned unity among these brothers.
In this circle of warm affection we see a glimpse of love,
taking care to treat a neighbor as oneself, fulfillment of the greatest commandment.
Now unity ascends to peace
and with it a rested heart.