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Song of Peace

VITEZsSLAV NEZVAL, selected verses from whose Song
of Peace are published here, is one of the great lyric poets

of modern Czech literature. Today his work is known far
tyond his own country and this year won international recog-
Mution when he was awarded a gold medal at the fourth

ee of the World Peace Council, held in Budapest last
Une,

That man may live long ;
And the shepherd milk his flock,
That the rivers of fish in my village
And elsewhere may never run dry,

I sing the song of peace .

For the new glory Paris will find
Storming a new Bastille . .
Ising the song of peace . .

For the anthill of London where the crowds

Flock singing through Hyde Park

Of the King and the Blonde who once upon a time...
I sing the song of peace .. .

That the mighty hills of India

Stretched like an elephant’s trunk

May rise and fall ’neath freedom’s flag,
e breath of life to man.

I Sing the song of peace. . .

I sing the song of peace. I call you all,
All nations and all colors,
I call upon all men, all women,
ildren, all who want to live,
I sing the song of peace,

T call on you, shepherds with yotr flocks,
ou. men from the threshing floor,

call on you, tailors and weavers and all,

nd you, the women from the promenades,

I sing the song of peace,

I call you, as man calls
the day,

I call on you, as on hap-
piness,

I call you all to the
market-place,

With the beat of drums
I call you to come.

I sing the song of peace.

I sing the song of peace.

They are few

And we are _millions
strong,

Ring forth. all the bells
of Prague.

Peace is neither booty

nor gift,
I sing the song of peace.

I sing the song of peace.
To arms

For peace and the future
of the world!

For the flower the woman
threads in her hair,
For people, for songs, for

machines,
I sing the song of peace.

That man may live long

And the shepherd milk
his flock,

That the rivers of fish in
my village

And elsewhere may never
run dry,

I sing the song of peace.

—VITEZSLAV NEZVAL

SOVIET PLAN
HOLDS NEW
HOPE FOR
ERA OF PEACE

This is the first Christmas in four years that Canadians can celebrate the holiday
without’ sorrowing over the futile deaths of young Canadian soldiers in Korea. There
is still bloodshed in Viet Nam and Malaya, but hope is growing that 1954 will wit-
ness ‘cease-fire’ orders in these countries.

This week the Soviet Union, taking another of its many steps in the direction

of easing world tensions and ushering in an era of peaceful co-existence of the socialist

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