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Show 1 THOUGHTS 0!f WlB , , " 'Tis strange that war with .all its train I Of nomoless Ills should still retain -i Its grucsomo grip on all the world ,Whoro frightful sbaftu of death aro hurled. !Yot so It Is when reasoning power I Ih lost In passion's fatal hour, j Unworthy of this ago or light, Aro mighty armleo train to light I And hostllo navies cent afar I To pull th0 gates of peace ajar I A nobler work's beforo thorn now t To wlold tho harrow, spado and plow. To mako tho mills and factories hum Till llveley tlmen to nil shall come. 'That pcaco and plenty may abound And proper ways and moans be found To give the .soldlor lads employ And fill their gallant hoarts with Joy, Instead of seeing them go forth To plow tho fields of Mothor Earth. With shrelking hIicIIh and pondrous guns 'Like those that quolled tho treacherous treacher-ous puns, Such slaughter now Is out of dato When men must yield to brutal fate, And Icavo their wives and children doar Convulsed with terror; gilcf and fear, And hoar them' sigh and weop and mourn For loved, ones who may ne'er return. Tho Peace Convention latoly hold A grand and glorious million filled In that It partly paved tho way That leada unto the premised day When Peace on Bafth to Mai Good Will Shall ovory human bosom fill! |