The world-compelling plan was thine,-
And, lo! the long laborious miles
Of Palace; lo! the giant aisles,
Rich in model and design,
Harvest-tool and husbandry,
Loom and wheel and enginery,
Secrets of the sullen mine,
Steel and gold, and corn and wine,
Fabric rough, or fairy-fine,
Sunny tokens of the Line,

Polar marvels, and a feast

Of wonder, out of West and East,
And shapes and hues of Art divine!
All of beauty, all of use,

That one fair planet can produce,

Brought from under every star,
Blown from over every main,

And mixt, as life is mixt with pain,
The works of peace with works of war.

Is the goal so far away?

Far, how far no tongue can say,
Let us dream our dream to-day.

O ye, the wise who think, the wise who reign,
From growing Commerce loose her latest chain,
And let the fair white-wing'd peacemaker fly
To happy havens under all the sky,
And mix the seasons and the golden hours;
Till each man find his own in all men's good,
And all men work in noble brotherhood,

Breaking their mailed fleets and armed towers,
And ruling by obeying Nature's powers,

And gathering all the fruits of earth and crown'd with all her flowers.

THE MESSAGE OF PEACE

JULIA WARD HOWE

BID the din of battle cease!
Folded be the wings of fire!
Let your courage conquer peace,-
Every gentle heart's desire.

Let the crimson flood retreat!
Blended in the arc of love,
Let the flags of nations meet;
Bind the raven, loose the dove;

At the altar that we raise

King and Kaiser may bow down;
Warrior-knights above their bays
Wear the sacred olive crown.

Blinding passion is subdued,

Men discern their common birth,
God hath made of kindred blood
All the peoples of the earth.

High and holy are the gifts

He has lavished on the race,

Hope that quickens, prayer that lifts,
Honor's meed, and beauty's grace.

As in Heaven's bright face we look
Let our kindling souls expand;
Let us pledge, on nature's book,
Heart to heart and hand to hand.

For the glory that we saw

In the battle-flag unfurled,
Let us read Christ's better law:
Fellowship for all the world!

PEACE SONG

JOHN RUSKIN

AWAKE! awake! the stars are pale, the east is russet

gray;

They fade, behold the phantoms fade, that kept the gates of Day;

Throw wide the burning valves, and let the golden streets be free,

The morning watch is past -the watch of evening shall not be.

Put off, put off your mail, ye kings, and beat your brands to dust:

A surer grasp your hands must know, your hearts a better trust;

Nay, bend aback the lance's point, and break the helmet

bar,

A noise is on the morning winds, but not the noise of war!

Among the grassy mountain paths the glittering troops increase:

They come! they come! - how fair their feet— they come that publish peace!

Yea, Victory! fair Victory! our enemies' and ours, And all the clouds are clasped in light, and all the earth with flowers.

Ah! still depressed and dim with dew, but yet a little while,

And radiant with the deathless rose the wilderness shall

smile,

And every tender living thing shall feed by streams of

rest,

Nor lamb shall from the fold be lost, nor nursling from the nest.

For aye, the time of wrath is past, and near the time of rest,

And honor binds the brow of man, and faithfulness his breast,

Behold, the time of wrath is past, and righteousness shall be,

And the Wolf is dead in Arcady, and the Dragon in the sea!

AT GIBRALTAR

GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY

I

ENGLAND, I stand on thy imperial ground,
Not all a stranger; as thy bugles blow,

I feel within my blood old battles flow-
The blood whose ancient founts in thee are found.
Still surging dark against the Christian bound
Wide Islam presses; well its peoples know

Thy heights that watch them wandering below;
I think how Lucknow heard their gathering sound.
I turn, and meet the cruel, turbaned face.
England, 'tis sweet to be so much thy son!
I feel the conqueror in my blood and race;
Last night Trafalgar awed me, and to-day
Gibraltar wakened; hark, thy evening gun
Startles the desert over Africa!

II

Thou art the rock of empire, set mid-seas
Between the East and West, that God has built;
Advance thy Roman borders where thou wilt,
While run thy armies true with His decrees;

Law, justice, liberty — great gifts are these;

Watch that they spread where English blood is spilt,
Lest, mixed and sullied with his country's guilt,
The soldier's life-stream flow, and Heaven displease!
Two swords there are: one naked, apt to smite,