THE MAN WITH THE SWORD. (By Henry Coyla.) Drunk with the lust of conquest, sword in hand, Men ha.il and crown him hero, tlhro' the ! la ml. Who, ruthless, without pity, led the strife Of warring hosts, and spared not human life. In Liberty's fa'ir name, with shot and shell A pt-jpie writhe in agomies of hell, ! Thr birth, right wrested from them in ' the name Of Freedom-mow a synonym of shame! I God is not mocked; though Justice may I be blind. He bides His time, and will repav in kind- ! "Vengeance is mine:" His wraith, though slow, is sure. And Right will triumph and for aye endure. en-dure. We boiast of human progress, yet on earth ! The strong preys on the weak as at nn'st s otrt'n. Unheed'ing the sweet message of "Good will To men and peace," the angels bring us still. The Cross of Christ and not the sword of Cain Should rule the world, with peace on earth again. "Good will to men,' the herald angels sing. j Ha'ilmg the new-born Saviour Heaven's King j "Good will to men," burns on the palace i wall, "And peace on enrth," should sway the senate hall, Oh, hear the angel's song: "Let war now cease, i And hate and greed good will to men and i peace!" The 1'ilot.