Show PEACE In the golden days before us In the days that are to be When each man and child and wpman breathes the air oC liberty When Oppression knows no victims when Ambition nob1el grown Gives to others of the power It has counted count-ed all Its own When the rulers use their office only for their countrys weal When to God and human freedom is the altar where we kneel When the whole glad earth awakening yields Its treasure unto aU When no lnger bondsmens voices serfs or chds in pleading cal When to slaves ot aU conditions are un loosd their binding chains When no more with desolation In Armenia slaughter reigns When the few do not hold garnered all the wealth by toilers won While the many work no longer from the morn till set of sun tl When no more does Labors menace thrill tht land with warring cry And rt longer Kit and iidren In Ues bitter conflict die I Then and not before the goddess Peace I may come to us to stay Whose fair face appears in beauty but I but to vanish oft away Child of Themis could she ever see a wrong to justice done When the scales were even balanced then the daughters heart was won Could she see wit scourge and lashing suffering the meanest slave Bete then Belonas comIng better death unto the brave Than right should be oermastered honor hon-or principle be lost And a nations foul abasement shame aud outrage be the cost In the mthologlc legend Themis deep below the ground She a Titan with th TItans in the dread abyss was bound But below the brazen portals of the cay ems gloom deep In the darkness or the chasm Themls knew no rest nor sleep Giants clamoring for freedom made of slavery an end With escape from black Tartarus Saturn turned their foe to rend So beneath a surface calmness wrongs that fester hide away Giants forging bolt of thunder for a future fu-ture judgment day See we to i sisters brother that our slave shaH find release Make t uy for her place among us for the hierobcd angel Peace All the pat with wars dark record down from rude barbaric age With a tale bloodred wIth carnage blot teth Bistorys grim page Never poet can or painter with his rarest rar-est finest art I Hallow Bonaparte field of Austerlz or glorify a For no battle canbe righteous save for cause of liberty sor the uplift oC the lowly or to set the bondsman free Oh the noble men and women who are striving by their might To roil bacl the clouds of error and reveal re-veal the coming light When the wisest counsels heeding men hner ss I shall rule by reasons sway And on earth no sound of warfare shall be heard in the new day Irene Themis Peace and Justceach to each so closely bound Seen we the celestial mother then the daughter will be found When are stilled the notes of discord when right triumphs and wrongs cease Thou wilt come from blue Olympus and stay with us Holy Pence j From the l nenololcal Journal |