TO THE PUBLISHER

By John Cecil Clay

Here's to the Dove of Peace!

May she find a mate some day,

And may her tribe increase

As fast as she can lay!

With cooing doves galore

Then may the sky be dark

Until the Dogs of War

Ca n't see each other bark!

Here's to the Clock!

Whose hands, we pray heaven,

When we come home at three,

Have stopped at eleven!