Peace: A Poem
Improvement Era, vol. 9, no. 1, November 1905, p. 38
Clift, C.
PEACE.
"Oh! stretch thy reign, fair Peace, from shore to shore, Till Conquest cease, and Slav'ry be no more."
The din of war has ceased Today the marshaling of arms Speaks not of deadly combat, But of quick return each to his land :
Wends his way to tell of dark scenes That follow in the wake of war. The cannon's roar is surely hushed; The dove of Peace her pinions wide displays, And speaks to man of higher aims Than that of Conquest for itself. An aureole of triumph decks the brow Of those who wisely counseled Peace A thousand blessings on the head of him* Who interposed, and taught us all That life has holier tasks than those Of sword for sword! The world admires And rests to see the Orient and the West At peace, for there is room enough And work enough for all In this fair world.
C. CuFT, in Cornwall Gatelte, Lisbon, 8th September, 1905.
- President Roosevelt.