For Peace

Flowers grow in the grass,

Baby footfalls pass Over the fields once red,

Over the hero's head— For Peace.

The earth, through her leafy veil,

Whispers a magic tale;

And the scholar reads in the clod The latest news of God— For Peace.

Brave little wires are

For voices to fly upon;

Words out of clouds are

From some witch's woof of

For Peace.

And the cataract's foamy troubles Illumine a million bubbles,

In some city far away Turning the night to day— For Peace.

Proud trains, heralds austere,

Bring far-off nations near,

Piercing the mountain's crown,

Treading the barriers down— For Peace.

Swift ships, that pound the sea,

Set the earth-chained spirit free,

Show the whole round world unrolled Before the young moon grows old— For Peace.

And the white-winged aeroplane Laughs, in its mad disdain,

At limits and barricades And cruisers and cavalcades—For Peace.

Even the war engines dread— The guns with bomb-shells fed,

The grim gray battle-ships— Shout through their iron lips For Peace.

Oh, never a hero's grave But for Peace his life he gave!

And the warrior bears his scar,

And the poet sings of war For Peace.