Show flie os lie boim thunder 13 called the artillery of aca en the artillery of the ocean mast be he roaring winda the artillery of the mountains is the powder blast that shiv ars the rocky doors of the treasure i aults we hear the pow dor explosions every hour and wonder if their is not in the aggregate an esp every moment ot ei ery day not minute guna but second guns the lyndis like that which escapes from the artillery of war the trembling the shock the reverberation alike but the purpose 13 laden with difference the artillery of the mountains denotes war but the resounding is a voice proclaiming and all the echoes sing a song for labor the incessant war is against the firm barricades of nature they must be broken the chambers of the balls must beld up their gilding the soldiers of toil must be paid the nearer w e approach a period of universal peace themore ue fuh ill gunpowder become all the agents of death and devastation haie within them the nature and adaptability of principals in the noble pursuits of glorious peace the worst of weapons employed in ignoble strife might be concerted into means for the production of the beautiful and the fighting passions hushed by the softening influences of mind might change to the best elements in the organism of mankind another blast the war on the rocks proceeds perhaps the greatest triumph of gunpowder will be the shaking down of all these peaks these lower hills these dark places of caned bight inlaid with gold |