The sword and spear and savage knife...

The sword and spear and savage knife,

Wherewith the world is dowered of strife,

Are but as flotsam on the current

Of purpose vast of the Lord of Life.

His rising winds and swelling surge,

And underflowing tidal-urge,

Shall grind to dust these lethal spirits

And chant in triumph their sounding dirge.

Love's inspirations of the lyre

Upsway the heart's intense desire,

And rulership and kingdoms noble

Are seen within the revealing fire.

The frost of selfish blood gives place

To breath of life, and salt of grace;

New armor takes the cloistered spirit,

And man becomes of a higher race.

Hark!‘ Tis an angel's throbbing wing!

His messenger the age to bring,

When, crown of brotherhood upon him,

Each man shall be to his neighbor king!