Poems of Progress by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Their banquet tables spread with feasts of truth
For all who hungered. Music kissed the air, Once rent with boom of cannons. Statues gleamed From wooded ways, where ambushed armies hid In times of old. The sea and air were gay With shining sails that soared from land to land. A universal language of the world Made nations kin, and poverty was known But as a word marked 'obsolete,' like war. The arts were kindled with celestial fire; New poets sang so Homer's fame grew dim; And brush and chisel gave the wondering race Sublimer treasures than old Greece displayed. Men differed still; fierce argument arose, For men are human in this human sphere; But unarmed Arbitration stood between And Reason settled in a hundred hours What War disputed for a hundred years. Oh, that a Voice, of one God-authorised Might cry to all mankind, Disarm! Disarm! GOD'S ANSWER Once in a time of trouble and of care |
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