9. He maketh wars to cease unto the end of the earth. He crushes the great powers till they cannot provoke strife again; he
gives his people profound repose. He breaketh the bow—the sender of
swift-winged death he renders useless. And cutteth the spear in sunder—the
lance of the mighty man he shivers. He burneth the chariot in the fine—the
proud war-chariot he commits to the flames. All sorts of weapons he piles in
heaps, and utterly destroys them. Already the spiritual foes of his people are
despoiled of their power to destroy; but when will the universal victory of
peace be celebrated, and instruments of wholesale murder be consigned to
ignominious destruction?
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