IQ) EACE AMD 7=7 T7 r=71 1 —v . Class i Gopjiight ]^'"_ C.OPHilGHT DEPOSIT. PEACE AND PATRIOTISM SELECTIONS FROM POETRY AND PROSE BOOKS Edited by ELVA S. SMITH Cataloguer of Children's Books, Carnegie Library of Pittsburgh Illustrated Cloth $1.50 each GOOD OLD STORIES for Boys and Girls MYSTERY TALES for Boys and Girls PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Edited by ELVA S. SMITH and ALICE I. HAZELTINE St. Louis Public Library CHRISTMAS IN LEGEND AND STORY Copyriijlit III/ /.ilii'ird Simiiions. Justice. PEACE AND PATRIOTISM SELECTIONS FROM POETRY AND PROSE COMPILED BY ELVA S. SMITH OARNBOIE LIBRARY OF PITTSBURGH ILLUSTRATED BOSTON LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD CO. Published, October, 1919 6 ^^^ Copyright, 1919, Bt Lothbop, Lbb & Shbpard Co. All Eights Reserved PEACE AND PATRIOTISM iiCI 29!9I9 J. 8. Cushingr Co. — Berwick & Smith Co. Norwood, Mass., U.S.A. ©CI.A5355J3 "LADDIE" PREFACE The purpose of this collection is to bring together into one volume for convenient use some of the best poems, speeches, and other selections emphasizing the ideals of patriotism, internationalism, and service, not only to one's own country but to humanity also. It presents the fundamental ideas of liberty and justice which must prevail if ever there is to be harmony among nations and is designed especially to supple- ment the reading of patriotic stories, martial poems, and hero tales. The value of inspirational literature as an aid in developing and strengthening the spirit of patriotism and loyalty is generally recognized and need not be dwelt upon here; for, whatever the new international order, the "spur of the old bards to mighty deeds" will surely still be needed. One result of the participa- tion of the United States in the great World War has been to develop a keener sense of national pride and a stronger desire for service. There has been a re- newed emphasis on the duties and obligations of citi- zenship and even the boys and girls have shared in various forms of war and relief work. Splendid courage and heroic self-sacrifice have been as conspic- uous in the " great adventure " of the twentieth cen- tury as they have been in crises of the past. But times of peace also require intelligent and enlightened 7 8 PREFACE patriotism and offer just as real opportunities for unselfish service and devotion. Kipling has truly said, " God gave all men all earth to love, But, since our hearts are small, Ordained for each one spot should prove Beloved over all." But "to love one's country above all others is not to depise all others," and the European war by bringing the United States into closer association with other nations has led to an increased interest in all questions of international relationships. Our American soldiers have " fought for freedom, not glory ; made war that war might cease," and now, as never before, the thoughts of every one are concerned with a possible society of nations, with some method of substituting law for force and preventing in the future such fearful devastation of territory, such wanton destruction of property and of human life as have characterized the years of struggle in Europe since the invasion of Bel- gium by the German army in 1914. It seems, then, a fitting time to recall the prophetic utterances of those who, in the past, have seen a vision of " the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world"; of those who, in the present time, are striving for the attainment of justice and unity among nations. Naturally, in dwelling upon the barbarities of war, or the blessings of a world-wide peace, the writers have not in all cases distinguished clearly between the righteous and the unrighteous cause of warfare; but it PREFACE 9 is, we may consider, the unjust and aggressive war which is condemned. " The right is more precious than peace " and, if necessary, in the future as in the past, " we shall fight for the things which we have always carried nearest our hearts " — for liberty and for justice. Nevertheless such a war should not be necessary; it is as Virgil long ago called it an " impious " way of settling difficulties among nations. It must needs be eliminated by the education of the social conscience of all peoples. Complete disarm- ament on the part of a single nation and non-resist- ance, whatever the provocation, have been proved impracticable by the experience of the last few years and, therefore, material advocating these principles has not been included in this collection. The selections used have been drawn from many sources and cover a wide range of time. Modern writ- ers are represented as well as the older standard Eng- lish and American authors; but no attempt has been made to form an exhaustive compilation. The plan and scope of the volume have necessarily limited the selection to certain classes of material. Copyright restrictions have prevented the inclusion of some recent poems; some selections have been regretfully omitted on account of their length; others are represented by extracts only. Though not a school reader, it is hoped that the book will be suggestive and helpful to teachers, as well as to social workers and librarians, in meeting the need for patriotic and idealistic literature. I wish to thank Miss Grace Kerr of Washington, 10 PREFACE D. C, for assistance in obtaining authoritative texts for some of the poems and I wish also to express my cordial appreciation of the courtesy of the authors and pubhshors who have so generously permitted me to include selections from their works in this volume. Elva S. Smith. Pittsburgh, April, 1919. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS The compiler is iiulebted to the following authors, periodicals and pul)lishors for permission to use the selections indicated, all rij^hts in whicli are in each case reserved by the owner of the copyright. D. Api)lcton & Compiiny: " Oh Mother of ii Mighty Race " and " Christmas in 1875," by WilliiUii (-ulU'ii Bryant. Miss Katharine Lee Bates: " America the Beautil'ul." Mr. Henry H. Bennett and The Youth's Companion Com- pany: "The Fhag Goes By." Bobbs-Merrill Company: "The Fhif!; of our Country " and " One Country," by Frank L. Stanton, from " Comes One witli a Song." Mr. Robert Bridges and The New York Times: "To the United States of America." Mr. William Briggs: " Fngland and America," by Charles Sangster, from " Treasury of ('anadian Verse." Oliver Ditson Company: "Festival liynm," by Dudley Buck (published with nmsic by the Oliver Ditson Companv). Mr. Austin Dobson: " We that Look On "; Mr. Dobson and The Spectator: " When there Is Peace," from " A Book- man's Budget." Mr. Nathan Haskell Dole: " The Federation of the World," from " The I'ilgrims " (privately printed) ; Mr. Dole and MolTatt, Yard & (Company: "The Patriot Hynm," from "The Ikiilding of the Organ;" "The Vision ot Peace," from " Onward." Doubleday, Page & Company: " America," " I Hear Amer- ica Singing," "The Ship of Democracy," by Walt Whitman. Mr. John H. Finley: " Lille, Laon, and St. Die "; Mr. Fin- 11 12 ACKNOWLEDGMENTS ley and The Red Cross Magazine: "The Red Cross Spirit Speaks " ; Mr. Finley and Charles Scribner's Sons: "The Soldiers' Recessional." Mr. Hermann Hagedom and The Outlook Company: " The Pyres." Mr. Frederick L. Hosmer and The Beacon Press: " Hear, O Ye Nations " and " Our Country," from " The Thought of God in Hymns and Poems." Houghton Mifflin Company: Extract from Bryant's transla- tion of the Odyssey; "Ode: July 4, 1857," by Ralph Waldo Emerson; "The Heroic Age," "In Times of Peace," extract from " The Great Remembrance," by Richard Watson Gilder; "The Flower of Liberty," "Hail Columbia"; additional stanzas, "Hymn of Peace," " International Ode," " Union and Liberty," "Vive la France," by Oliver Wendell Holmes; "The Glorious Fourth " and " The Message of Peace," by Mrs. Julia Ward Howe ; " The Arsenal at Springfield," extracts from " Hiawatha " and " The Building of the Ship," by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow; "Peace on Earth," by Samuel Longfellow; extract from "Com- memoration Ode," " The Fatherland," " Stanzas on Freedom," by James Russell Lowell ; " For the Gifts of the Spirit," by Edward Rowland Sill; "Liberty En- lightening the World," by Edmund Clarence Stedman; extract from " National Ode," and " Soldiers of Peace," by Bayard Taylor; " The Bartholdi Statue," " Centen- nial Hymn," " The Hero," extract from " The Peace of Europe," by John Greenleaf Whittier. (The selections by the authors named are used by permission of, and by special arrangement with, Houghton Mifflin Com- pany, authorized publishers of their works.) Mr. Julian Richard Hovey: " Unmanif est Destiny," by Richard Hovey, from " Along the Trail." The Independent: " Peace," by P. W. Slosson. Mr. Rudyard Kipling and Doubleday, Page & Company: " The Children's Song," from " Puck of Pook's Hill." ACKNOWLEDGMENTS 13 John Lane Company: " Tho Illusion of War," by Richard Lc (jallicnnc, from " The Silk-Hat Soldier, and Other Poems "; extract from " Midnight — the 3Lst of Decem- ber, 1900," by Stephen Phillips, from " New Poems." Little, Brown & Company: "Armageddon," by Sir Edwin Arnold; extract from " Torch-Bearers," by Arlo Bates; "Columbus," by Edward Everett Hale, from "Ad- dresses and Essays." Longmans, Green & Company: " The Burghers' Battle," by William Morris, from " Poems by the Way." The Macmillan Company: "Is Life Worth Living?" by Alfred Austin, from "Lyrical Poems"; "The World Peace," by H. G. Wells, from " Joan and Peter." Mr. Edwin Markham: "Need of the Hour" and "The Spirit of Lincoln," from " Lincoln, and Other Poems." Miss Harriet Monroe: Extract from "Columbian Ode." Thomas Nelson & Sons: " Vitai Lampada," by Sir Henry Newbolt. Mr. Alfred Noyes: " Princeton, May, 1917 "; Mr. Noycs and Frederick A. Stokes Company: " The Dawn of Peace " and " The Prayer for Peace." The Page Company: " The Christ of the Andes," by Nevin O. Winter, from " Chile and Her People of To-day." G. P. Putnam's Sons: " When the Great Gray Ships Come In," from " The Garden of Years," by Guy Wetmore Carryl, courtesy of G. P. Putnam's Sons. The Roycrofters: "A Message to Garcia," by Elbert Hubbard. 0. Schirmer: " Hymn of Free Russia," by Konstantin Bal- mont; English version by Vera and Kurt Schindler. Charles Scribner's Sons: "Wanted," by J. G. Holland; "The Garden of the Virgin," by Alexander Kuprin; extract from " Centennial Cantata," by Sidney Lanier; " The Name of France," by Henry van Dyke. Mr. Clinton Scollard: "Ad Patriam," by Clinton Scollard, and " A Vision of Peace," by Wallace Rice, from " Bal- lads of Valor and Victory." 14 ACKNOWLEDGMENTS Frederick A. Stokes Company: "Makers of the Flag," by- Franklin K. Lane, from " The American Spirit." Miss Edith M. Thomas and The New York Times: " Britons and Guests." Harr Wagner Publishing Company: " A Song for Peace," by Joaquin Miller. Mr. G. E. Woodberry and The Macmillan Company: " America to England " and " At Gibraltar," from "Poems" 1903; Mr. Woodberry, The North American Review and The New York Times: "Sonnets Written in the Fall of 1914." The Youth's Companion Company: "Washington," by Hezekiah Butterworth. CONTENTS PATRIOTISM Love of Cottntrt . . Sir Walter Scott . . Columbus Edward Everett Hale "Oh Mother of a Mighty Race". . William Cullen Bryant America Bayard Taylor . . I Hear America Sing- ing Walt Whitman . . Julia Ward Howe . Ralph Waldo Emerson James Russell Lowell Richard Mansfield . Francis Marion Crawford Our Country .... Ode : July 4, 1857 . . My Country .... The Eagle's Song . . A New National Hymn America the Beauti- ful Katharine Lee Bates The Republic . . . Henry Wadsworth Longfellow One Country .... Frank L. Stanton . . . America Arlo Bates Liberty Enlightening Edmund Clarence Stedman Richard Hovey . . Walt Whitman . . Richard Watson Gilder Clinton Scollard . . the World . . . Unmanifest Destiny . The Ship of Democracy Land That We Love . Ad Patriam .... America Sidney Lanier .... Columbia Harriet Monroe . . . The American Flag . Joseph Rodman Drake . The Flag of the Con- stellation . . . Thomas Buchanan Read The National Flag . Charles Sumner . . . 15 PAGE 25 26 26 28 30 31 32 34 35 36 38 39 40 41 43 45 46 47 48 48 49 53 55 57 16 CONTENTS The Flower of Liberty The National Flag . The Flag Goes By Makers op the Flag . The Flag op Our Coun- try The Meaning op the Flag Union and Liberty E Pluribus Unum . . Good Citizenship . . America The Star-Spangled Banner .... Battle-Hymn of the Republic .... Hail, Columbia . . . Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean . . . National Hymn . . . Oliver Wendell Holmes . Henry Ward Beecher . Henry Holcomb Bennett Franklin K. Lane . . Frank L. Stanton . . Woodrow Wilson . . . Oliver Wendell Holmes . George Washington Cutter Grover Cleveland . . . Samuel Francis Smith . Francis Scott Key Julia Ward Howe Joseph Hopkinson Thomas d Bccket . Daniel C. Roberts PEACE AND INTERNATIONAL GOOD WILL Vision of the Future Violent Deeds . . . Prophecy op Peace True Glory . Peace . . . Ode to Peace Angel op Peace Peace and War Peace Among Nations AiCuRisTMAs Carol Christmas in 1875 . . Alfred Tennyson Homer . . . Alexander Pope John Milton . James Thomson William Tennant John Greenleaf Whittier Percy Bysshe Shelley William Cowper . . Samuel Taylor Coleridge William Cullen Bryant CONTENTS 17 The Garden of the Holy Virgin . . The Arsenal at Spring- field Illusion of War . . The Causes of War . The Burghers' Battle The Battle of Blen- heim The Pyres War and Peace . . . True Peace .... When the Great Gray Ships Come In . A Song for Peace . . Ode Sung at the Open- ing OF the Interna- tional Exhibition The Message of Peace Peace Song .... At Gibraltar .... The Dawn of Peace . Armageddon .... Midnight — the 31st of December, 1900 The Glorious Fourth The Prayer for Peace Sonnets Written in THE Fall of 1914 The Peace-Pipe . . . Tubal Cain .... The Trumpets of Dool- KARNEIN .... The Treaty Elm . . The Christ of the Andes Alexander Kuprin FAQB 110 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 114 Richard Le Gallieime . . . 116 Jonathan Swift 117 William Morris 121 Robert Southey 123 Hermann Hagedorn .... 126 Alfred Tennyson 128 Elizabeth Barrett Browning . 129 Guy Wetmore Carryl . . . 133 Joaquin Miller 135 Alfred Tennyson 137 Julia Ward Howe .... 139 John Ruskin 140 George Edward Woodberry . 142 Alfred Noyes 143 Sir Edwin Arnold .... 145 Stephen Phillips 148 Julia Ward Howe .... 150 Alfred Noyes 151 George Edward Woodberry . 153 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 155 Charles Mackay 160 Leigh Hunt 163 Thomas Buchanan Read . . 165 Nevin 0. Winter 167 18 CONTENTS The Vision of Peace A Vista Peace on Earth . . The Angels' Song . International Ode Centennial Hymn . A Hymn of Peace . Festival Hymn . . Hear, O Ye Nations Our Country . . . God, The All-Terrible For the Gifts of the Spirit The Patriot Hymn America to Great Britain .... America Tribute to America . Peace Hymn for Eng- land AND America England and America A Challenge to America . . . . To America .... America to England . Britons and Guests . Princeton, May, 1917 Patria Vive La France . . . The Bartholdi Statue Lille, Laon, and St. Die The Name op France The Conditions op Peace Nathan Haskell Dole John Addington Symonds Samuel Longfellow . . Edmund Hamilton Sears Oliver Wendell Holmes . John Greenleaf Whittier Oliver Wendell Holmes . Dudley Buck .... Frederick L. Hosmer Frederick L. Hosmer H. F. Chorley. . . . Edward Rowland Sill Nathan Haskell Dole Washington Allston . Sydney Dobell . . . Percy Bysshe Shelley George Huntington '. Charles Sangster . . Mark Lemon .... Alfred Austin .... George Edward Woodberry Edith M. Thomas . . Alfred Noyes .... Victor Hugo .... Oliver Wendell Holmes . John Greenleaf Whittier John H. Finley . . . Henry van Dyke . . , Woodrow Wilson 206 CONTENTS 19 FAQS The Universal Repub- lic Victor Hugo 212 To the United States OF America . . . Robert Bridges 214 The World Peace . . Herbert George Wells . . . 214 A League of Nations Woodrow Wilson 216 The Federation of the World Nathan Haskell Dole . . . 225 NATIONAL SONGS OF OTHER LANDS God Save the King . Henry Carey 229 Rule, Britannia . . James Thomson 230 Scots, Wha Hae . . Robert Burns 231 La Marseillaise . . Claude Joseph Rouget de Liste 232 Hymn to Liberty . . Dionysius Salomos .... 234 Garibaldi's War Hymn Luigi Mercantini .... 235 La Brabanconne . . Louis Dechez 236 Serbian National An- them Unknown 236 Hymn op Free Russia Konstantin Balmont . . . 237 SERVICE Ring Out, Wild Bells Alfred Tennyson 241 What Constitutes a State Sir William Jones .... 242 Character of the Happy Warrior . William Wordsworth . . . 243 A Message to Garcia Elbert Hubbard 246 Stradivarius .... George Eliot 250 Voluntary Service . John Milton 256 Ode to Duty .... William Wordsworth . . . 257 The Path of Duty . Alfred Tennyson 259 ViTAi Lampada . . . Sir Henry Newbolt .... 260 Echetlos Robert Browning 261 Herve Riel .... Robert Browning 263 20 CONTENTS The Hero Wolset's Farewell . The Heroic Age . . The Spirit op Lincoln Wanted Need op the Hour Peace A Vision op Peace . . Soldiers op Peace . . The Better Way . . The Soldiers' Reces- sional The Children's Song . The Fatherland . . Stanzas on Freedom . Washington .... Abou Ben Adhem . . The Hero Is LiPE Worth Living What Might be Done In Times of Peace . . Voices op the Spirits "When There Is Peace" .... We That Look On The Red Cross Spirit Speaks The Strenuous Life . George Eliot 269 William Shakespeare . . . 270 Richard Watson Gilder . . 271 Edwin Markham 272 J. G. Holland 273 Edwin Markham 273 Preston William Slosson . . 274 Wallace Rice 275 Bayard Taylor 279 Susan Coolidge 284 John H. Finley 285 Rudyard Kipling 287 James Russell Lowell . . . 288 James Russell Lowell . . . 289 Hezekiah Butterworth . . . 290 Leigh Hunt 292 John Greenleaf Whittier . . 292 Alfred Austin 297 Charles Mackay 298 Richard Watson Gilder . . 299 Percy Bysshe Shelley . . . 300 Austin Dobson 302 Austin Dobson 303 John H. Finley Theodore Roosevelt 303 305 ILLUSTRATIONS Justice Frontispiece From Mural Painting by Edward Simmons FACING PAGE Liberty Enlightening the World 44 From Photograph Penn's Treaty with the Indians 90 From Mural Painting by Edwin H. Abbey The Christ of the Andes 168 From Photograph The Monument at Princeton 196 From Photograph Group at Dedication of Monument 196 From Photograph Washington Laying His Commission at the Feet of Columbia 290 From Mural Painting by Edwin H. Blashfield 21 PATKIO'I'IMM Centre of equal daughters, equal sons, AU, all alike endear'd, grown, ungrown, young or old, Strong, ample, fair, enduring, capable, rich, Perennial with the Earth, with Freedom, Law and Love, A grand, sane, towering, seated Mother, Chair'd in the adamant of Time. " America " by Walt Whitman How shall we train our Prince ? — To love his land, Love Justice and love Honor. For them both He girds himself to sei-ve her, nothing loath, Although in arms against a world he stand. Ruling himself the world he can command, Taught to serve her in honor and in truth, Baby and boy, and in his lusty youth He finds archangels' strength on either hand. E. E. Hale. PATRIOTISM LOVE OF COUNTRY Sir Walter Scott Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned. As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand? If such there breathe, go, mark him well ; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — • Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self. Living, shall forfeit fair renown. And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung. 25 26 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM COLUMBUS Edward Everett Hale Give me white paper ! This which you use is black and rough with smears Of sweat and grime and fraud and blood and tears, Crossed with the story of men's sins and fears, Of battle and of famine all these years, When all God's children had forgot their birth, And drudged and fought and died like beasts of earth. " Give me white paper ! " One storm-trained seaman listened to the word ; What no man saw he saw ; he heard what no man heard. In answer he compelled the sea To eager man to tell The secret she had kept so well ! Left blood and guilt and tyranny behind — Sailing still west the hidden shore to find; For all mankind that unstained scroll unfurled. Where God might write anew the story of the World. "OH MOTHER OF A MIGHTY RACE" William Cullen Bryant Oh mother of a mighty race, Yet lovely in thy youthful grace ! The elder dames, thy haughty peers, PATRIOTISM 27 Admire and hate thy blooming years. With words of shame And taunts of scorn they join thy name. For on thy cheeks the glow is spread That tints thy morning hills with red ; Thy step — the wild-deer's rustling feet Within thy woods are not more fleet; Thy hopeful eye Is bright as thine own sunny sky. Ay, let them rail — those haughty ones, While safe thou dwellest with thy sons. They do not know how loved thou art, How many a fond and fearless heart Would rise to throw Its life between thee and the foe. They know not, in their hate and pride. What virtues with thy children bide ; How true, how good, thy graceful maids Make bright, like flowers, the valley-shades; What generous men Spring, like thine oaks, by hill and glen ; — What cordial welcomes greet the guest By thy lone rivers of the West ; How faith is kept, and truth revered, And man is loved, and God is feared, In woodland homes, And where the ocean border foams. 28 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM There's freedom at thy gates and rest For Earth's down- trodden and opprest, A shelter for the hunted head, For the starved laborer toil and bread. Power, at thy bounds. Stops and calls back his baffled hounds. Oh, fair young mother ! on thy brow Shall sit a nobler grace than now. Deep in the brightness of the skies The thronging years in glory rise, And, as they fleet. Drop strength and riches at thy feet. Thine eye, with every coming hour, Shall brighten, and thy form shall tower; And when thy sisters, elder born. Would brand thy name with words of scorn, Before thine eye. Upon their lips the taunt shall die. AMERICA Extract from The National Ode Bayard Taylor Foreseen in the vision of sages, Foretold when martyrs bled, She was born of the longing of ages, By the truth of the noble dead And the faith of the living fed! PATRIOTISM 29 No blood in her lightest veins Frets at remembered chains, Nor shame of bondage has bowed her head. In her form and features still The unblenching Puritan will, Cavalier honor, Huguenot grace, The Quaker truth and sweetness, And the strength of the danger-girdled race Of Holland, blend in a proud completeness. From the homes of all, where her being began, She took what she gave to Man ; Justice, that knew no station, Belief, as soul decreed, Free air for aspiration. Free force for independent deed! She takes, but to give again, As the sea returns the rivers in rain ; And gathers the chosen of her seed From the hunted of every crown and creed. Her Germany dwells by a gentler Rhine ; Her Ireland sees the old sunburst shine; Her France pursues some dream divine; Her Norway keeps his mountain pine ; Her Italy waits by the western brine; And, broad-based under all. Is planted England's oaken-hearted mood, As rich in fortitude As e'er went worldward from the island-waU! Fused in her candid light. To one strong race all races here unite: Tongues melt in hers, hereditary foemen 30 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Forget their sword and slogan, kith and clan; 'Twas glory, once, to be a Roman : She makes it glory, now, to be a man ! I HEAR AMERICA SINGING Walt Whitman I HEAR America singing, the varied carols I hear, Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong. The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam. The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work. The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck. The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hat- ter singing as he stands. The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sun- down, The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing, Each singing what belongs to him or her, and to none else, The day what belongs to the day — at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly. Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs. PATRIOTISM 31 OUR COUNTRY Julia Ward Howe On primal rocks she wrote her name, Her towers were reared on holy graves ; The golden seed that bore her came Swift-winged with prayer o'er ocean waves. The Forest bowed his solemn crest, And open flung his sylvan doors ; Meek Rivers led the appointed Guest To clasp the wide-embracing shores; Till, fold by fold, the broidered Land To swell her virgin vestments grew. While sages, strong in heart and hand, Her virtue's fiery girdle drew. Exile of the wrath of Kings ! O Pilgrim Ark of Liberty! The refuge of divinest things, Their record must abide in thee. First in the glories of thy front Let the crown jewel, Truth, be found; Thy right hand fling, with generous wont, Love's happy chain to furthest bound. Let Justice with the faultless scales Hold fast the worship of thy sons, 82 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Thy Commerce spread her shining sails Where no dark tide of rapine runs. So link thy ways to those of God, So follow firm the heavenly laws, That stars may greet thee, warrior-browed, And storm-sped angels hail thy cause. Land, the measure of our prayers, Hope of the world, in grief and wrong! Be thine the blessing of the years, The gift of faith, the crown of song! ODE: JULY 4, 1857 Ralph Waldo Emerson TENDERLY the haughty day Fills his blue urn with fire ; One morn is in the mighty heaven, And one in our desire. The cannon booms from town to town, Our pulses beat not less, The joy-bells chime their tidings down, Which children's voices bless. For He that flung the broad blue fold O'er-mantling land and sea, One-third part of the sky unrolled For the banner of the free. PATRIOTISM 33 The men are ripe of Saxon kind To build an equal state, — To take the statute from the mind And make of duty fate. United States! the ages plead, — Present and Past in under-song, — Go put your creed into your deed, Nor speak with double tongue. For sea and land don't understand, Nor skies without a frown See rights for which the one hand fights By the other cloven down. Be just at home ; then write your scroll Of honor o'er the sea. And bid the broad Atlantic roll, A ferry of the free. And henceforth there shall be no chain, Save underneath the sea The wires shall murmur through the main Sweet songs of liberty. The conscious stars accord above, The waters wild below, And under, through the cable wove, Her fiery errands go. 34 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM For He that worketh high and wise, Nor pauses in his plan, Will take the sun out of the skies Ere freedom out of man. MY COUNTRY Extract from Commemoration Ode James Russell Lowell Bow down, dear Land, for thou hast found release! Thy God, in these distempered days, Hath taught thee the sure wisdom of His ways. And through thine enemies hath wrought thy peace! Bow down in prayer and praise! No poorest in thy borders but may now Lift to the juster skies a man's enfranchised brow. O Beautiful ! my Country ! ours once more ! Smoothing thy gold of war-dishevelled hair O'er such sweet brows as never other wore, And letting thy set lips, Freed from wrath's pale eclipse, The rosy edges of their smile lay bare. What words divine of lover or of poet Could tell our love and make thee know it. Among the Nations bright beyond compare? What were our lives without thee? What all our lives to save thee? We reck not what we gave thee ; We will not dare to doubt thee, But ask whatever else, and we will dare! PATRIOTISM 35 THE EAGLE'S SONG Richard Mansfield The lioness whelped, and the sturdy cub Was seized by an eagle and carried up, And homed for a while in an eagle's nest, And slept for a while on an eagle's breast ; And the eagle taught it the eagle's song: " To be stanch, and valiant, and free, and strong ! " The lion whelp sprang from the eyrie nest, From the lofty crag where the queen birds rest ; He fought the King on the spreading plain. And drove him back o'er the foaming main. He held the land as a thrifty chief. And reared his cattle, and reaped his sheaf, Nor sought the help of a foreign hand. Yet welcomed all to his own free land ! Two were the sons that the country bore To the Northern lakes and the Southern shore; And Chivalry dwelt with the Southern son. And Industry lived with the Northern one. Tears for the time when they broke and fought ! Tears was the price of the union wrought! And the land was red in a sea of blood. Where brother for brother had swelled the flood ! And now that the two are one again. Behold on their shield the word " Refrain ! " And the lion cubs twain sing the eagle's song: 36 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM " To be stanch, and valiant, and free, and strong! " For the eagle's beak, and the lion's paw, And the lion's fangs, and the eagle's claw, And the eagle's swoop, and the lion's might, And the lion's leap, and the eagle's sight. Shall guard the flag with the word " Refrain ! " Now that the two are one again ! A NEW NATIONAL HYMN Francis Marion Crawford Hail, Freedom ! thy bright crest And gleaming shield, thrice blest, Mirror the glories of a world thine own. Hail, heaven-born Peace! our sight, Led by thy gentle light, Shows us the paths with deathless flowers strewn. Peace, daughter of a strife sublime, Abide with us till strife be lost in endless time. Her one hand seals with gold The portals of night's fold. Her other the broad gates of dawn unbars; O'er silent wastes of snows. Crowning her lofty brows. Gleams high her diadem of northern stars; While, clothed in garlands of warm flowers. Round Freedom's feet the South her wealth of beauty showers. PATRIOTISM 37 Sweet is the toil of peace. Sweet is the year's increase, To loyal men who live by Freedom's laws; And in war's fierce alarms God gives stout hearts and arms To freemen sworn to save a rightful cause. Fear none, trust God, maintain the right, And triumph in unbroken Union's might. Welded in war's fierce flame. Forged on the hearth of fame, The sacred Constitution was ordained; Tried in the fire of time, Tempered in woes sublime. An age was passed and left it yet unstained. God grant its glories still may shine, While ages fade, forgotten, in time's slow decline! Honor the few who shared Freedom's first fight, and dared To face war's desperate tide at the full flood ; Who fell on hard-won ground. And into Freedom's wound Poured the sweet balsam of their brave hearts' blood. They fell; but o'er that glorious grave Floats free the banner of the cause they died to save. In radiance heavenly fair, Floats on the peaceful air That flag that never stooped from Victory's pride; Those stars that softly gleam, 38 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Those stripes that o'er us stream, In war's grand agony were sanctified; A holy standard, pure and free, To light the home of peace, or blaze in victory. Father, whose mighty power Shields us through life's short hour, To Thee we pray: Bless us and keep us free; All that is past forgive ; Teach us, henceforth, to live That, through our country, we may honor Thee; And, when this mortal life shall cease. Take Thou, at last, our souls to Thine eternal peace. AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL Katharine Lee Bates BEAUTIFUL for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea ! O beautiful for pilgrim feet. Whose stern, impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness! PATRIOTISM 39 America! America! God mend thine every flaw, Confirm thy soul in self-control, Thy liberty in law ! O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife, Who more than self their country loved, And mercy more than life ! America ! America ! May God thy gold refine Till all success be nobleness And every gain divine! beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam Undimmed by human tears! America ! America ! God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea ! THE REPUBLIC Extract from The Building of the Ship Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Thou, too, sail on, Ship of State! Sail on, Union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears. With all the hopes of future years, 40 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Is hanging breathless on thy fate ! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope. What anvils rang, what hammers beat. In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, 'Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee. Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears. Our faith triumphant o'er our fears, Are all with thee, — are all with thee ! ONE COUNTRY^ Frank L. Stanton After all, One country, brethren! We must rise or fall With the Supreme Republic. We must be The makers of her immortality; Her freedom, fame. Her glory or her shame — Liegemen to God and fathers of the free ! 1 From " Comes One With a Song," copyright, 1899. Used by special permission of the publishers, the Bobbs-Merrill Company. PATRIOTISM 41 After all — Hark ! from the heights the clear, strong, clarion call And the command imperious: "Stand forth, Sons of the South and brothers of the North ! Stand forth and be As one on soil and sea — Your country's honor more than empire's worth! " After all, 'Tis Freedom wears the loveliest coronal ; Her brow is to the morning ; in the sod She breathes the breath of patriots ; every clod Answers her call And rises like a wall Against the foes of liberty and God ! AMERICA Extract from The Torch-Bearers Arlo Bates For, America, our country ! — land Hid in the west through centuries, till men Through countless tyrannies could understand The priceless worth of freedom, — once again The world was new-created when thy shore First knew the Pilgrim keels, that one last test The race might make of manhood, nor give o'er The strife with evil till it proved its best. Thy true sons stand as torch-bearers, to hold A guiding light. Here the last stand is made. 42 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM If we fail here, what new Columbus bold, Steering brave prow through black seas unafraid. Finds out a fresh land where man may abide And freedom yet be saved? The whole round earth Has seen the battle fought. Where shall men hide From tyranny and wrong, where life have worth, If here the cause succumb? If greed of gold Or lust of power or falsehood triumph here. The race is lost! A globe dispeopled, cold. Rolled down the void a voiceless, lifeless sphere. Were not so stamped by all which hope debars As were this earth, plunging along through space Conquered by evil, shamed among the stars. Bearing a base, enslaved, dishonored race ! Here has the battle its last vantage ground ; Here all is won, or here must all be lost; Here freedom's trumpets one last rally sound ; Here to the breeze its blood-stained flag is tossed. America, last hope of man and truth. Thy name must through all coming ages be The badge unspeakable of shame and ruth. Or glorious pledge that man through truth is free. This is thy destiny ; the choice is thine To lead all nations and outshine them all ; — But if thou failest, deeper shame is thine. And none shall spare to mock thee in thy fall. PATRIOTISM 43 LIBERTY ENLIGHTENING THE WORLD Edmund Clarence Stedman Warder at ocean's gate, Thy feet on sea and shore, Like one the skies await When time shall be no more! What splendors crown thy brow? What bright dread angel Thou, Dazzling the waves before Thy station great? "My name is Liberty! From out a mighty land I face the ancient sea, I lift to God my hand; By day in Heaven's light, A pillar of fire by night. At ocean's gate I stand Nor bend the knee. " The dark Earth lay in sleep. Her children crouched forlorn, Ere on the western steep I sprang to height, reborn: Then what a joyous shout The quickened lands gave out, And all the choir of morn Sang anthems deep. 44 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM " Beneath yon firmament, The New World to the Old My sword and summons sent, My azure flag unrolled : The Old World's hands renew Their strength ; the form ye view Came from a living mould In glory blent. " ye, whose broken spars Tell of the storms ye met, Enter! fear not the bars Across your pathway set ; Enter at Freedom's porch, For you I lift my torch, For you my coronet Is rayed with stars. " But ye that hither draw To desecrate my fee, Nor yet have held in awe The justice that makes free, — Avaunt, ye darkling brood! By Right my house hath stood: My name is Liberty, My throne is Law." wonderful and bright. Immortal Freedom, hail! Front, in thy fiery might, The midnight and the gale; Liberty Enlightening the World. PATRIOTISM 45 Undaunted on this base Guard well thy dwelling-place: Till the last sun grow pale Let there be light! UNMANIFEST DESTINY Richard Hovey To what new fates, my country, far And unforeseen of foe or friend, Beneath what unexpected star, Compelled to what unchosen end, Across the sea that knows no beach The Admiral of Nations guides Thy blind obedient keels to reach The harbor where thy future rides! The guns that spoke at Lexington Knew not that God was planning then The trumpet word of Jefferson To bugle forth the rights of men. To them that wept and cursed Bull Rim, What was it but despair and shame? Who saw behind the cloud the sun? Who knew that God was in the flame? Had not defeat upon defeat, Disaster on disaster come. 46 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM The slave's emancipated feet Had never marched behind the drum. There is a Hand that bends our deeds To mightier issues than we planned, Each son that triumphs, each that bleeds, My country, serves Its dark command. I do not know beneath what sky Nor on what seas shall be thy fate ; I only know it shall be high, I only know it shall be great. THE SHIP OF DEMOCRACY Extract from Thou Mother With Thy Equal Brood Walt Whitman Sail, sail thy best, ship of Democracy, Of value is thy freight, 'tis not the Present only. The Past is also stored in thee, Thou holdest not the venture of thyself alone, not of the Western continent alone, Earth's resume entire floats on thy keel, ship, is steadied by thy spars. With thee Time voyages in trust, the antecedent na- tions sink or swim with thee. With all their ancient struggles, martyrs, heroes, epics, wars, thou bear'st the other continents, Theirs, theirs as much as thine, the destination-port triumphant ; PATRIOTISM 47 Steer then with good strong hand and wary eye helmsman, thou carriest great companions, Venerable priestly Asia sails this day with thee, And royal feudal Europe sails with thee. LAND THAT WE LOVE Extract from The Great Remembrance Richard Watson Gilder Land that we love! Thou Future of the World! Thou refuge of the noble heart oppressed ! Oh never be thy shining image hurled From its high place in the adoring breast Of him who worships thee with jealous love! Keep thou thy starry forehead as the dove All white, and to the eternal Dawn inclined! Thou art not for thyself but for mankind, And to despair of thee were to despair Of man, of man's high destiny, of God! Of thee should man despair, the journey trod Upward, through unknown eons, stair on stair, By this our race, with bleeding feet and slow, Were but the pathway to a darker woe Than yet was visioned by the heavy heart Of prophet. To despair of thee ! Ah no! For thou thyself art Hope, Hope of the World thou artl 48 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM AD PATRIAM Clinton Scollard To deities of gauds and gold, Land of our Fathers, do not bowl But unto those beloved of old Bend thou the brow ! Austere they were of front and form ; Rigid as iron in their aim ; Yet in them pulsed a blood as warm And pure as flame ; — Honor, whose foster-child is Truth ; Unselfishness in place and plan ; Justice, with melting heart of ruth ; And Faith in man. Give these thy worship; then no fears Of future foes need fright thy soul ; Triumphant thou shalt mount the years Toward thy high goal ! AMERICA Extract jrom The Centennial Cantata Sidney Lanier Now Praise to God's oft-granted grace, Now Praise to Man's undaunted face, Despite the land, despite the sea, PATRIOTISM 49 I was : I am : and I shall be — How long, Good Angel, how long? Sing me from Heaven a man's own song! " Long as thme Art shall love true love, Long as thy Science truth shall know. Long as thine Eagle harms no Dove, Long as thy Law by law shall grow, Long as thy God is God above, Thy brother every man below, So long, dear Land of all my love. Thy name shall shine, thy fame shall glow! " COLUMBIA Finale of The Columbian Ode Harriet Monroe Columbia, my country, dost thou hear? Ah! dost thou hear the songs unheard of Time? Hark ! for their passion trembles at thine ear. Hush ! for thy soul must heed their call sublime. Across wide seas, unswept by earthly sails, Those strange sounds draw thee on, for thou shalt be Leader of nations through the autumnal gales That wait to mock the strong and wreck the free. Dearer, more radiant than of yore, Against the dark I see thee rise ; Thy young smile spurns the guarded shore And braves the shadowed, ominous skies. 50 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM And still that conquering smile who see Pledge love, life, service all to thee. The years have brought thee robes most fair — The rich processional years. And filleted thy shining hair. And zoned thy waist with jewels rare, And whispered in thine ears Strange secrets of God's wondrous ways, Long hid from human awe and praise. For lo ! the living God doth bare his arm. No more he makes his house of clouds and gloom. Lightly the shuttles move within his loom ; Unveiled his thunder leaps to meet the storm. From God's right hand man takes the powers that sway A universe of stars. He bows them down ; he bids them go or stay ; He tames them for his wars. He scans the burning paces of the sun. And names the invisible orbs whose courses run Through the dim deeps of space. He sees in dew upon a rose impearled The swarming legions of a monad world Begin life's upward race. Voices of hope he hears Long dumb to his despair, And dreams of golden years Meet for a world so fair. For now Democracy doth wake and rise From the sweet sloth of youth. PATRIOTISM 51 By storms made strong, by many dreams made wise, He clasps the hand of Truth. Through the armed nations lies his path of peace, The open book of knowledge in his hand. Food to the starving, to the oppressed release, And love to all he bears from land to land. Before his march the barriers fall, The laws grow gentle at his call. His glowing breath blows far away The fogs that veil the coming day — That wondrous day When earth shall sing as through the blue she rolls Laden with joy for all her thronging souls. Then shall Want's call to Sin resound no more Across her teeming fields. And Pain shall sleep, Soothed by brave Science with her magic lore ; And War no more shall bid the nations weep. Then the worn chains shall slip from man's desire, And ever higher and higher His swift foot shall aspire ; Still deeper and more deep His soul its watch shall keep, Till Love shall make the world a holy place, Where Knowledge dares unveil God's very face. Not yet the angels hear life's last sweet song. Music unutterably pure and strong From earth shall rise to haunt the peopled skies When the long march of Time, Patient in birth and death, in growth and blight, ShaU lead man up through happy realms of light Unto his goal sublime. 52 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Columbia! Men beheld thee rise A goddess jrom the misty sea. Lady of joy, sent from the skies, The nations worshiped thee. Thy brows were flushed with dawn's first light ; By joamy waves ivith stars bedight Thy blue robe floated free. Now let the sun ride high overhead, Driving the day Jrom shore to shore. His burning tread we do not dread, For thou art evermore Lady of love, whose smiles shall bless, Whom brave deeds win to tenderness, Whose tears the lost restore. Lady of hope thou art. We wait With courage thy serene command. Through unknown seas, toward undreamed fate, We ask thy guiding hand. On! though sails quiver in the gale! — Thou at the helm, we can not fail. On to God's time-veiled strand! Lady of beauty! thou shalt ivin Glory and power and length of days. The sun and moon shall be thy kin, The stars shall sing thy praise. All hail! wc bring thee vows most sweet To strew before thy winged feet. Now onward be thy ways! PATRIOTISM 53 THE AMERICAN FLAG Joseph Rodman Drake When Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle-bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land. Majestic monarch of the cloud, Who rear'st aloft thy regal form. To hear the tempest-trumpings loud And see the lightning lances driven, When strive the warriors of the storm, And rolls the thunder-drum of heaven, Child of the sun ! to thee 'tis given To guard the banner of the free, To hover in the sulphur smoke, To ward away the battle stroke, And bid its blendings shine afar. Like rainbows on the cloud of war, The harbingers of victory! 54 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Flag of the brave ! thy folds shall fly, The sign of hope and triumph high, When speaks the signal-trumpet tone, And the long line comes gleaming on. Ere yet the life-blood, warm and wet. Has dimmed the glistening bayonet. Each soldier eye shall brightly turn To where thy sky-born glories burn, And, as his springing steps advance. Catch war and vengeance from the glance. And when the cannon-mouthings loud Heave in wild wreaths the battle shroud, And gory sabres rise and fall Like shoots of flame on midnight's pall, Then shall thy meteor glances glow, And cowering foes shall shrink beneath Each gallant arm that strikes below That lovely messenger of death. Flag of the seas ! on ocean wave Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave; When death, careering on the gale. Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye. PATRIOTISM 65 Flag of the free heart's hope and home! By angel hands to valor given ; Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. And fixed as yonder orb divine, That saw thy bannered blaze unfurled, Shall thy proud stars resplendent shine, The guard and glory of the world. Forever float that standard sheet! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us. THE FLAG OF THE CONSTELLATION Thomas Buchanan Read The stars of the morn On our banner borne, With the Iris of Heaven are blended ; The hand of our sires. First mingled those fires, And by us they shall be defended. Then hail the true Red, White and Blue, The flag of the Constellation ; It sails as it sailed, By our forefathers hailed. O'er battles that made us a nation. What hand so bold As strike from its fold 66 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM One star or one stripe of its bright'ning, For him be those stars Each a fiery Mars, And each stripe be as terrible lightning. Then hail the true Red, White and Blue, The flag of the Constellation ; It sails as it sailed. By our forefathers hailed. O'er battles that made us a nation. Its meteor form Shall ride the storm Till the fiercest of foes surrender ; The storm gone by. It shall gild the sky, A rainbow of peace and of splendor. Then hail the true Red, White and Blue, The flag of the Constellation ; It sails as it sailed, By our forefathers hailed, O'er battles that made us a nation. Peace, peace to the world, Is our motto unfurled. Though we shun not the field that is gory; At home or abroad, Fearing none but our God, We will carve our own pathway to glory. PATRIOTISM 57 Then hail the true Red, White and Blue, The flag of the Constellation ; It sails as it sailed, By our forefathers hailed. O'er battles that made us a nation. THE NATIONAL FLAG Extract from Are We a Nation? Charles Sumner There is the national flag! He must be cold, indeed, who can look upon its folds rippling in the breeze with- out pride of country. If he be in a foreign land, the flag is companionship and country itself with all its endearments. Who, as he sees it, can think of a State merely? Whose eyes, once fastened upon its radiant trophies, can fail to recognize the image of the whole nation? It has been called a " floating piece of poetry," and yet I know not if it have an intrinsic beauty beyond other ensigns. Its highest beauty is in what it symbol- izes. It is because it represents all, that all gaze at it with delight and reverence. It is a piece of bunting lifted in the air, but it speaks sublimely, and every part has a voice. Its stripes of alternate red and white pro- claim the original union of thirteen States to maintain the Declaration of Independence. Its stars of white on a field of blue proclaim that union of States consti- tuting our national constellation, which receives a new 58 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM star with every new State. The two together signify union, past and present. The very colors have a lan- guage which was ofl&cially recognized by our fathers. White is for purity, red for valor, blue for justice; and all together, bunting, stripes, stars and colors blazing in the sky, make the flag of our country — to be cher- ished by all our hearts, to be upheld by all our hands. THE FLOWER OF LIBERTY Oliver Wendell Holmes What flower is this that greets the morn, Its hues from Heaven so freshly born? With burning star and flaming band It kindles all the sunset land : Oh, tell us what its name may be, — Is this the Flower of Liberty? It is the banner of the free, The starry Flower of Liberty! In savage Nature's far abode Its tender seed our fathers sowed ; The storm-winds rocked its swelling bud. Its opening leaves were streaked with blood, Till lo ! earth's tyrants shook to see The full-blown Flower of Liberty! Then hail the banner of the free. The starry Flower of Liberty ! PATRIOTISM 59 Behold its streaming rays unite, One mingling flood of braided light, — The red that fires the Southern rose. With spotless white from Northern snows, And, spangled o'er its azure, see The sister Stars of Liberty! Then hail the banner of the free, The starry Flower of Liberty! The blades of heroes fence it round, Where'er it springs is holy ground; From tower and dome its glories spread; It waves where lonely sentries tread ; It makes the land as ocean free, And plants an empire on the sea! Then hail the banner of the free, The starry Flower of Liberty! Thy sacred leaves, fair Freedom's flower, Shall ever float on dome and tower, To all their heavenly colors true, In blackening frost or crimson dew. — * And God love us as we love thee. Thrice holy Flower of Liberty! Then hail the banner of the free. The starry Flower of Liberty! 60 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM THE NATIONAL FLAG Extract from address in Plymouth Church, May, 1861 Henry Ward Beecher From the earliest periods nations seem to have gone forth to war under some banner. Sometimes it has been merely the pennon of a leader, and was only a rallying signal. So, doubtless, began the habit of carry- ing banners, to direct men in the confusion of con- flict, that the leader might gather his followers around him when he himself was liable to be lost out of their sight. Later in the history of nations the banner acquired other uses and peculiar significance from the parties, the orders, the houses, or governments, that adopted it. At length, as consolidated governments drank up into themselves all these lesser independent authorities, banners became significant chiefly of national author- ity. And thus in our day every people has its peculiar flag. There is no civilized nation without its banner. A thoughtful mind, when it sees a nation's flag, sees not the flag, but the nation itself. And whatever may be its symbols, its insignia, he reads chiefly in the flag the government, the principles, the truths, the history, that belong to the nation that sets it forth. When the French tricolor rolls out to the wind, we see France. When the new-found Italian flag is unfurled, we see resurrected Italy. When the other three-colored Hun- garian flag shall be lifted to the wind, we shall see in it the long buried, but never dead, principles of Hun- PATRIOTISM '61 garian liberty. When the united crosses of St. Andrew and St. George, on a fiery ground, set forth the banner of Old England, we see not the cloth merely; there rises up before the mind the idea of that great monarchy. This nation has a banner, too, and . . . wherever it [has] streamed abroad men saw daybreak bursting on their eyes. For ... the American flag has been a symbol of Liberty, and men rejoiced in it. Not another flag on the globe had such an errand, or went forth upon the sea carrying everywhere, the world around, such hope to the captive, and such glorious tidings. The stars upon it were to the pining nations like the bright morning stars of God, and the stripes upon it were beams of morning light. As at early dawn the stars shine forth even while it grows light, and then as the sun advances that light breaks into banks and streaming lines of color, the glowing red and intense white striving together, and ribbing the horizon with bars effulgent, so, on the American flag, stars and beams of many-colored light shine out together. And wherever this flag comes, and men behold it, they see in its sacred emblazonry no ramping lion, and no fierce eagle; no embattled castles, or insignia of imperial authority ; they see the symbols of light. It is the ban- ner of dawn. It means Liberty; and the galley-slave, the poor, oppressed conscript, the trodden-down crea- ture of foreign despotism, sees in the American flag that very promise and prediction of God, — "The people which sat in darkness saw a great light; and to them which sat in the region and shadow of death light is sprung up." 62 PEACE AND FATRIOTISM Is this a mere fancy? On the 4th of July, 1776, the Dochiration of American Independence was confirmed antl promulgated. Already for more than a year the colonies had been at war with the mother country. But until this time there had been no American flag. The flag of the mother country covered us during all our colonial period ; iuid each state that chose had a sep- arate and significant state banner. In 1777, within a few days of one year after the Dec- laration of Independence, aiul two years and more after the war began, upon the 14th of June, the Congress of the colonies, or the confederated states, assembled, and ordained this glorious national flag which now we hold and defend, and advanced it full high before God and all men as the flag of Liberty. It was no holiday flag, gorgeously emblazoned for gaiety or vanity. It was a solemn national signal. When that baimer first un- rolled to the sun, it was the symbol of all those holy truths and purposes which brought together the colo- nial American Congress. Consider tlie men who devised and set forth this banner. The Rutledges, the Pinckneys, the Jays, the Franklins, the Hamiltons, the JefTersons, the Adamses, — these men were all either officially connected with it or consulted concerning it. They were men that had taken their lives in their hands, and consecrated all their worldly possessions — for what? For the doc- trines, and for the personal fact, of liberty, — for the right of all men to liberty. They had just given forth to the world a Declaration of Facts and Faiths out of Avhich sprung the Constitution, and on which they now planted this new-devised flag of our Union. PATRIOTISM 63 If one, then, asks me the meaning of our flag, I say to him, It means just what Concord and Lexington .meant, what Bunker Hill meant; it means the whole glorious Revolutionary War, which was, in short, the rising up of a valiant young people against an old tyranny, to establish the most momentous doctrine that the world had ever known, or has since known, — the right of men to their own selves and to their liberties. In solemn conclave our fathers had issued to the world that glorious manifesto, the Declaration of Independence. A little later, that the fundamental principles of liberty might have the best organization, they gave to this land our imperishaljle Constitution. Our flag means, then, all tliat our fathers meant in the Revolutionary War; all that the Declaration of Inde- pendence meant; it means all that the Constitution of our people, organizing for justice, for liberty, and for happiness, meant. Our flag carries American ideas, American history and American feelings. Beginning with the colonies, and coming down to our time, in its sacred heraldry, in its glorious insignia, it has gathered and stored chiefly this supreme idea: Divine right of liberty in man,. Every color means liberty; every thread means liberty; every form of star and beam or stripe of light means liberty; not lawlessness, not li- cense; but organized, institutional liberty, — liberty through law, and laws for liberty! This American flag was the safeguard of liberty. Not an atom of crown was allowed to go into its insignia. Not a symbol of authority in the ruler was permitted to go into it. It was an ordinance of liberty by the people 64 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM for the people. That it meant, that it means, and, by the blessing of God, that it shall mean to the end of time ! THE FLAG GOES BY Henry Holcomb Bennett Hats off ! Along the street there comes A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums, A flash of color beneath the sky : Hats off! The flag is passing by! Blue and crimson and white it shines, Over the steel-tipped, ordered lines. Hats off! The colors before us fly; But more than the flag is passing by. Sea-fights and land-fights, grim and great. Fought to make and to save the State; Weary marches and sinking ships; Cheers of victory on dying lips ; Days of plenty and years of peace ; March of a strong land's swift increase; Equal justice, right and law, Stately honor and reverend awe; PATRIOTISM 65 Sign of a nation, great and strong To ward her people from foreign wrong: Pride and glory and honor, — all Live in the colors to stand or fall. Hats off! Along the street there comes A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums; And loyal hearts are beating high: Hats off! The flag is passing by ! MAKERS OF THE FLAG Address delivered on Flag Day, 1914, before the em- ployees of the Department of the Interior, Washington, D. C. Franklin K. Lane This morning, as I passed into the Land Office, The Flag dropped me a most cordial salutation, and from its rippling folds I heard it say: " Good morning, Mr. Flag Maker." " I beg your pardon, Old Glory," I said, " aren't you mistaken? I am not the President of the United States, nor a member of Congress, nor even a general in the army. I am only a Government clerk." " I greet you again, Mr. Flag Maker," replied the gay voice, " I know you well. You are the man who worked in the swelter of yesterday straightening out the tangle 66 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM of that farmer's homestead in Idaho, or perhaps you found the mistake in that Indian contract in Oklahoma, or helped to clear that patent for the hopeful inventor in New York, or pushed the opening of that new ditch in Colorado, or made that mine in Illinois more safe, or brought relief to the old soldier in Wyoming. No mat- ter; whichever one of these beneficent individuals you may happen to be, I give you greeting, Mr. Flag Maker." I was about to pass on, when The Flag stopped me with these words: " Yesterday the President spoke a word that made happier the future of ten million peons in Mexico; but that act looms no larger on the flag than the struggle which the boy in Georgia is making to win the Corn Club prize this summer. "Yesterday the Congress spoke a word which will open the door of Alaska; but a mother in Michigan worked from sunrise until far into the night, to give her boy an education. She, too, is making the flag. " Yesterday we made a new law to prevent financial panics, and yesterday, maybe, a school teacher in Ohio taught his first letters to a boy who will one day write a song that will give cheer to the millions of our race. We are all making the flag." " But," I said impatiently, " these people were only working! " Then came a great shout from The Flag: " The work that we do is the making of the flag. " I am not the flag ; not at all. I am but its shadow. " I am whatever you make me, nothing more. PATRIOTISM 67 " I am your belief in yourself, your dream of what a People may become. " I live a changing life, a life of moods and passions, of heartbreaks and tired muscles. " Sometimes I am strong with pride, when men do an honest work, fitting the rails together truly. " Sometimes I droop, for then purpose has gone from me, and cynically I play the coward. " Sometimes I am loud, garish, and full of that ego that blasts judgment. " But always, I am all that you hope to be, and have the courage to try for. " I am song and fear, struggle and panic, and en- nobling hope. " I am the day's work of the weakest man, and the largest dream of the most daring. " I am the Constitution and the courts, statutes and the statute makers, soldier and dreadnaught, drayman and street sweep, cook, counselor, and clerk. " I am the battle of yesterday, and the mistake of to-morrow. " I am the mystery of the men who do without know- ing why. " I am the clutch of an idea, and the reasoned pur- pose of resolution. " I am no more than what you believe me to be and I am all that you believe I can be. " I am what you make me, nothing more. " I swing before your eyes as a bright gleam of color, a symbol of yourself, the pictured suggestion of that big thing which makes this nation. My stars and my 68 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM stripes are your dream and your labors. They are bright with cheer, brilliant with courage, firm with faith, because you have made them so out of your hearts. For you are the makers of the flag and it is well that you glory in the making." THE FLAG OF OUR COUNTRY ^ Frank L. Stanton She's up there — Old Glory — she's waving o'erhead ; She dazzles the nations with ripples of red. And she'll wave for us living, or droop o'er us dead — She's the flag of our country forever ! She's up there — Old Glory — no tyrant-dealt scars, No blur on her brightness — no stain on her stars ; The brave blood of heroes hath crimsoned her bars — She's the flag of our country forever! THE MEANING OF THE FLAG WooDRow Wilson Friends and fellow citizens : I know of nothing more difiicult than to render an adequate tribute to the em- blem of our nation. For those of us who have shared that nation's life and felt the beat of its pulse it must be considered a matter of impossibility to express the great things which that emblem embodies. I venture iFrom "Comes One With a Song," copyright, 1899. Used by special permission of the pubUshers, the Bobbs-Merrill Company. PATRIOTISM 69 to say that a great many things are said about the flag which very few people stop to analyze. For me the flag does not express a mere body of vague sentiment. The flag of the United States has not been created by rhe- torical sentences in declarations of independence and in bills of rights. It has been created by the experience of a great people, and nothing is written upon it that has not been written by their life. It is the embodiment, not of a sentiment, but of a history, and no man can rightly serve under that flag who has not caught some of the meaning of that history. Experience, ladies and gentlemen, is made by men and women. National experience is the product of those who do the living under that flag. It is their liv- ing that has created its significance. You do not cre- ate the meaning of a national life by any literary expo- sition of it, but by the actual daily endeavors of a great people to do the tasks of the day and live up to the ideals of honesty and righteousness and just conduct. And as we think of these things, our tribute is to those men who have created this experience. Many of them are known by name to all the world — statesmen, sol- diers, merchants, masters of industry, men of letters and of thought who have coined our hearts into action or into words. Of these men we feel that they have shown us the way. They have not been afraid to go before. They have known that they were speaking the thoughts of a great people when they led that great people along the paths of achievement. There was not a single swashbuckler among them. They were men of sober, quiet thought, the more effective because 70 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM thefe was no bluster in it. They were men who thought along the lines of duty, not along the lines of self- aggrandizement. They were men, in short, who thought of the people whom they served and not of themselves. But while we think of these men and do honor to them as to those who have shown us the way, let us not forget that the real experience and life of a nation lies with the great multitude of unknown men. It lies with those men whose names are never in the headlines of newspapers, those men who know the heat and pain and desperate loss of hope that sometimes comes in the great struggle of daily life; not the men who stand on the side and comment, not the men who merely try to interpret the great struggle, but the men who are en- gaged in the struggle. They constitute the body of the nation. This flag is the essence of their daily endeav- ors. This flag does not express any more than what they are and what they desire to be. As I think of the life of this great nation it seems to me that we sometimes look to the wrong places for its sources. We look to the noisy places, where men are talking in the market place ; we look to where men are expressing their individual opinions; we look to where partisans are expressing passions; instead of trying to attune our ears to that voiceless mass of men who merely go about their daily tasks, try to be honorable, try to serve the people they love, try to live worthy of the great communities to which they belong. These are the breath of the nation's nostrils; these are the sinews of its might. PATRIOTISM 71 How can any man presume to interpret the emblem of the United States, the emblem of what we would fain be among the family of nations, and find it incum- bent upon us to be in the daily round of routine duty? This is Flag Day, but that only means that it is a day when we are to recall the things which we should do every day of our lives. There are no days of special patriotism. There are no days when we should be more patriotic than on other days. We celebrate the Fourth of July merely because the great enterprise of liberty was started on the Fourth of July in America, but the great enterprise of liberty was not begun in America. It is illustrated by the blood of thousands of martyrs who lived and died before the great experiment on this side of the water. The Fourth of July merely marks the day when we consecrated ourselves as a nation to this high thing which we pretend to serve. The benefit of a day like this is merely in turning away from the things that distract us, turning away from the things that touch us personally and absorb our interest in the hours of daily work. We remind ourselves of those things that are greater than we are, of those principles by which we believe our hearts to be elevated, of the more difficult things that we must undertake in these days of perplexity when a man's judgment is safest only when it follows the line of principle. I am solemnized in the presence of such a day. I would not undertake to speak your thoughts. You must interpret them for me. But I do feel that back, not only of every public official, but of every man and woman of the United States, there marches that great 72 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM host which has brought us to the present day; the host that has never forgotten the vision which it saw at the birth of the nation ; the host which always responds to the dictates of humanity and of Hberty ; the host that will always constitute the strength and the great body of friends of every man who does his duty to the United States. I am sorry that you do not wear a little flag of the Union every day instead of some days. I can only ask you, if you lose the physical emblem, to be sure that you wear it in your heart, and the heart of America shall interpret the heart of the world. UNION AND LIBERTY Oliver Wendell Holmes Flag of the heroes who left us their glory, Borne through their battle-fields' thunder and flame, Blazoned in song and illumined in story, Wave o'er us all who inherit their fame! Up with our banner bright. Sprinkled with starry light, Spread its fair emblems from mountain to shore, While through the sounding sky Loud rings the Nation's cry, — Union and Liberty ! One Evermore ! Light of our firmament, guide of our Nation, Pride of her children, and honored afar, PATRIOTISM 73 Let the wide beams of thy full constellation Scatter each cloud that would darken a star! Up with our banner bright, etc. Empire unsceptred! what foe shall assail thee, Bearing the standard of Liberty's van? Think not the God of thy fathers shall fail thee. Striving with men for the birthright of man ! Up with our banner bright, etc. Yet if, by madness and treachery blighted. Dawns the dark hour when the sword thou must draw. Then with the arms of thy millions united. Smite the bold traitors to Freedom and Law ! Up with our banner bright, etc. Lord of the Universe! shield us and guide us, Trusting Thee always, through shadow and sun ! Thou hast united us, who shall divide us? Keep us, oh keep us the Many in One! Up with our banner bright, Sprinkled with starry light, Spread its fair emblems from mountain to shore, While through the sounding sky Loud rings the Nation's cry, — Union and Liberty! One Evermore! 74 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM E PLURIBUS UNUM George Washington Cutter Though many and bright are the stars that appear In that flag, by our country unfurled — And the stripes that are swelHng in majesty there Like a rainbow adorning the world — Their hght is unsullied as those in the sky, By a deed that our fathers have done; And they're leagued in as true and as holy a tie In their motto of " Many in One." From the hour when those patriots fearlessly flung That banner of star-light abroad, Ever true to themselves to that banner they clung, As they clung to the promise of God; By the bayonet traced at the midnight of war, On the fields where our glory was won — Oh! perish the heart or the hand that would mar Our motto of " Many in One." Mid the smoke of the contest, the cannon's deep roar, How oft it has gathered renown, While those stars were reflected in rivers of gore. Where the cross and the lion went down ; And though few were their lights in the gloom of that hour, Yet the hearts that were striking below Had God for their bulwark, and truth for their power. And they stopped not to number their foe. PATRIOTISM 75 From where our green mountain tops blend with the sky And the giant Saint Lawrence is rolled, To the waves where the balmy Hesperides lie, Like the dream of some prophet of old. They conquered — and dying, bequeathed to our care Not this boundless dominion alone, But that banner whose loveliness hallows the air, And their motto of " Many in One." We are many in one while there glitters a star In the blue of the heavens above ; And tyrants shall quail, mid their dungeons afar, When they gaze on that motto of love. It shall gleam o'er the sea mid the bolts of the storm — Over tempest, and battle, and wreck; And flame where our guns with their thunder grow warm, 'Neath the blood on the slippery deck. The oppressed of the earth to that standard shall fly Wherever its folds shall be spread ; And the exile shall feel 'tis his own native sky, Where its stars shall float over his head : And those stars shall increase till the fulness of time Its millions of cycles has run ; Till the world shall have welcomed its mission sublime, And the nations of earth shall be one. Though the old Alleghany may tower to heaven And the Father of Waters divide, 76 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM The links of our destiny cannot be riven While the truth of those words shall abide. Then oh, let them glow on each helmet and brand Though our blood like our rivers shall run ; Divide as we may in our own native land, To the rest of the world we are one. Then up with the flag! Let it stream in the air Though our fathers are cold in their graves; They had hands that could strike, they had souls that could dare, And their sons were not born to be slaves. Up, up with that banner! Where'er it may call, Our millions shall rally around; And a nation of freemen that moment shall fall When its stars shall be trailed on the ground. GOOD CITIZENSHIP Extract from Patriotism and Holiday Observance, address before the Union League Club, Chicago, February 22, 1907 Grover Cleveland Our country is infinitely more than a domain af- fording to those who dwell upon it immense material advantages and opportunities. In such a country we live. But I love to think of a glorious nation built upon the will of free men, set apart for the propagation and cultivation of humanity's best ideal of a free govern- PATRIOTISM 77 ment, and made ready for the growth and fruitage of the highest aspirations of patriotism. This is the coun- try that lives in us. I indulge in no mere figure of speech when I say that our nation, the immortal spirit of our domain, lives in us — in our hearts and minds and consciences. There it must find its nutriment or die. This thought more than any other presents to our minds the impressiveness and responsibility of Ameri- can citizenship. The land we live in seems to be strong and active. But how fares the land that lives in us? Are we sure that we are doing all we ought to keep it in vigor and health? Are we keeping its roots well sur- rounded by the fertile soil of loving allegiance, and are we furnishing them the invigorating moisture of un- selfish fidelity? Are we as diligent as we ought to be to protect this precious growth against the poison that must arise from the decay of harmony and honesty and industry and frugality; and are we sufficiently watch- ful against the deadly, burrowing pests of consuming greed and cankerous cupidity? Our answers to these questions make up the account of our stewardship as keepers of a sacred trust. AMERICA Samuel Francis Smith My country, 'tis of thee. Sweet land of liberty. Of thee I sing ; Land where my fathers died, 78 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Land of the pilgrims' pride, From every mountain side Let freedom ring ! My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, — Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills ; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above. Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees. Sweet freedom's song; Let mortal tongues awake, Let all that breathe partake. Let rocks their silence break, — : The sound prolong. Our fathers' God, to Thee, Author of liberty ! To Thee we sing; Long may our land be bright, With freedom's holy light, Protect us by Thy might. Great God, our King. PATRIOTISM 79 THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER Francis Scott Key O SAY, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming — Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the per- ilous fight O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming ! And the rockets' red glare, the bombs burstin;^ in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there ; ! say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave? On that shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep. As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected now shines on the stream ; 'Tis the star-spangled banner; long may it wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave ! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pol- lution. 80 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave ; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. ! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Between their loved homes and the war's desolation ! Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto — " In God is our trust " : And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave. BATTLE-HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC Julia Ward Howe Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword : His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps ; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; PAIRTOTISM 81 I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps ; His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel : " As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel. Since God is marching on." He hath sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judg- ment-seat : Oh! be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on. 82 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM HAIL, COLUMBIA Joseph Hopkinson Hail, Columbia, happy land ! Hail, ye heroes, heav'n-born band. Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause, Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause, And, when the storm of war was gone, Enjoy'd the peace your valor won. Let independence be our boast. Ever mindful what it cost; Ever grateful for the prize, Let its altar reach the skies. Firm, united, let us be, Rallying round our liberty; As a band of brothers join'd. Peace and safety we shall find. Immortal patriots, rise once more ; Defend your rights, defend your shore! Let no rude foe, with impious hand, Let no rude foe, with impious hand, Invade the shrine where sacred lies. Of toil and blood, the well-earned prize. While offering peace, sincere and just. In Heav'n we place a manly trust. That truth and justice will prevail, And ev'ry scheme of bondage fail. Firm, united, etc. PATRIOTISM 83 Sound, sound the trump of Fame! Let Washington's great name Ring through the world with loud applause, Ring through the world with loud applause, Let every clime to Freedom dear, Listen with a joyful ear. With equal skill, and godlike power, He governed in the fearful hour Of horrid war ; or guides, with ease, The happier times of honest peace. Firm, united, etc. Behold the chief, who now commands. Once more to serve his country, stands — The rock on which the storm will beat. The rock on which the storm will beat ; But, armed in virtue firm and true, His hopes are fix'd on Heav'n and you. When hope was sinking in dismay, And glooms obscur'd Columbia's day. His steady mind, from changes free, Resolv'd on death or Liberty. Firm, united, etc. Additional Verses Written by Oliver Wendell Holmes at the request oj the Committee for the Constitutional Centennial Celebration at Philadelphia, 18S7 Look our ransomed shores around. Peace and safety we have found ! 84 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Welcome, friends who once were foes! Welcome, friends who once were foes. To all the conquering years have gained, ■ A nation's rights, a race unchained! Children of the day new-bom, Mindful of its glorious morn. Let the pledge our fathers signed Heart to heart forever bind! While the stars of heaven shall burn, While the ocean tides return, Ever may the circling sun Find the Many still are One! Graven deep with edge of steel. Crowned with Victory's crimson seal, All the world their names shall read! All the world their names shall read, Enrolled with his, the Chief that led The hosts whose blood for us was shed. Pay our sires their children's debt, Love and honor, nor forget Only Union's golden key Guards the Ark of Liberty! While the stars, etc. Hail, Columbia! strong and free. Throned in hearts from sea to sea! Thy march triumphant still pursue! Thy march triumphant still pursue With peaceful stride from zone to zone, Till Freedom finds the world her own ! PATRIOTISM 85 Blest in Union's holy ties, Let our grateful song arise, Every voice its tribute lend. All in loving chorus blend ! While the stars in heaven shall burn, While the ocean tides return, Ever shall the circling sun Find the Many still are One ! COLUMBIA, THE GEM OF THE OCEAN Thomas a Becket Oh, Columbia, the gem of the ocean. The home of the brave and the free, The shrine of each patriot's devotion, A world offers homage to thee. Thy mandates make heroes assemble When Liberty's form stands in view. Thy banners make tyranny tremble When borne by the red, white and blue. When borne by the red, white and blue. When borne by the red, white and blue. Thy banners make tyranny tremble, When borne by the red, white and blue. When war wing'd its wide desolation. And threatened the land to deform, The ark then of freedom's foundation Columbia rode safe through the storm; PEACE AND PATRIOTISM With the garlands of vict'ry around her, When so proudly she bore her brave crew, With her flag floating proudly before her, The boast of the red, white and blue. The boast of the red, white and blue ! The boast of the red, white and blue ! With her flag proudly floating before her, The boast of the red, white and blue ! The star-spangled banner bring hither. O'er Columbia's true sons let it wave ; May the wreaths they have won never wither. Nor its stars cease to shine on the brave. May the service united ne'er sever, But hold to their colors so true ; The army and navy forever, Three cheers for the red, white and blue ! Three cheers for the red, white and blue! Three cheers for the red, white and blue! The army and navy forever, Three cheers for the red, white and blue. NATIONAL HYMN Daniel C. Roberts God of our fathers, whose almighty hand Leads forth in beauty all the starry band Of shining worlds in splendor through the skies, Our grateful songs before Thy throne arise. PATRIOTISM 87 Thy love divine hath led us in the past, In this free land by Thee our lot is cast ; Be Thou our ruler, guardian, guide, and stay, Thy word our law. Thy paths our chosen way. From war's alarms, from deadly pestilence, Be Thy strong arm our ever-sure defence ; Thy true religion in our hearts increase, Thy bounteous goodness nourish us in peace. Refresh Thy people on their toilsome way, Lead us from night to never-ending day ; Fill all our lives with love and grace divine. And glory, laud and praise be ever Thine. PEACE AND INTERNATIONAL GOOD WILL To love one's country above all others is not to despise all others. The Brotherhood of Man, the Federation of Nations, the Peace of the World. Between nation and nation, as between man and man, lives the one law of right. ' Inscriptions for the Pan-American Exposition, Buffalo R. W. GiLDKR Copyright by M. G. Abbey. Fenn's Treaty with the Indians. From Mural Painting by Edwin H. Abbey. PEACE AND INTERNATIONAL GOOD WILL VISION OF THE FUTURE Extract from Locksley Hall Alfred Tennyson For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails. Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales ; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'd a ghastly dew From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue; Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm. With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunder-storm ; Till the war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battle- flags were furl'd; In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. 91 92 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law. VIOLENT DEEDS Extract from the Odyssey Homer The great gods are never pleased With violent deeds; they honor equity And justice. Even those who land as foes And spoilers upon foreign shores, and bear Away much plunder by the will of Jove, Returning homeward with their laden barks, Feel, brooding heavily upon their minds, The fear of vengeance. PROPHECY OF PEACE Extract from The Messiah Alexander Pope From Jesse's root behold a branch arise. Whose sacred flower with fragrance fills the skies; Th' ethereal spirit o'er its leaves shall move, And on its top descends the mystic dove. Ye Heav'ns! from high the dewy nectar pour, And in soft silence shed the kindly shower! PEACE AND GOOD WILL 93 The sick and weak the heaUng plant shall aid, From storms a shelter, and from heat a shade. All crimes shall cease, and ancient fraud shall fail, Returning Justice lift aloft; her scale ; Peace o'er the world her olive wand extend. And white-robed Innocence from Heav'n descend. No more shall nation against nation rise. Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes, Nor fields with gleaming steel be cover'd o'er, The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more; But useless lances into scythes shall bend. And the broad falchion in a ploughshare end. Then palaces shall rise ; the joyful son Shall finish what his short-lived sire begun ; Their vines a shadow to their race shall yield, And the same hand that sow'd shall reap the field. TRUE GLORY Extract from Paradise Regained John Milton They err who count it glorious to subdue By conquest far and wide, to overrun Large countries, and in field great battles win. Great cities by assault. What do these worthies But rob and spoil, burn, slaughter, and enslave Peaceable nations, neighboring or remote, Made captive, yet deserving freedom more 94 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Than those their conquerors, who leave behind Nothing but ruin wheresoe'er they rove, And all the flourishing works of peace destroy ; Then swell with pride, and must be titled Gods, Great benefactors of mankind, Deliverers, Worshiped with temple, priest and sacrifice? One is the son of Jove, of Mars the other; Till conqueror Death discover them scarce men, Rolling in brutish vices, and deformed. Violent or shameful death their due reward. But, if there be in glory aught of good, It may by means far different be attained, Without ambition, war or violence — By deeds of peace, by wisdom eminent, By patience, temperance. PEACE Extract from Britannia James Thomson O FIRST of human blessings, and supreme, Fair Peace! how lovely, how delightful thou! By whose wide tie the kindred sons of men Like brothers live, in amity combined And unsuspicious faith ; while honest toil Gives every joy, and to those joys a right, Which idle, barbarous rapine but usurps. Pure is thy reign; when, unaccursed by blood. Nought, save the sweetness of indulgent showers, PEACE AND GOOD WILL 95 Trickling distils into the vernant glebe; Instead of mangled carcasses, sad-seen, When the blithe sheaves lie scatter'd o'er the field ; When only shining shares, the crooked knife, And hooks imprint the vegetable wound ; When the land blushes with the rose alone, The falling fruitage and the bleeding vine. Peace! thou source and soul of social life, Beneath whose calm inspiring influence, Science his views enlarges. Art refines. And swelling Commerce opens all her ports, Bless'd be the man divine who gives us thee! Who bids the trumpet hush his horrid clang, Nor blow the giddy nations into rage ; Who sheaths the murderous blade ; the deadly gun Into the well-piled armory returns ; And every vigor, from the work of death, To grateful industry converting, makes The country flourish, and the city smile. Of him the shepherd, in the peaceful dale. Chants ; and, the treasures of his labor sure. The husbandman of him, as at the plough. Or team, he toils. With him the sailor soothes. Beneath the trembling moon, the midnight wave, And the full city, warm, from street to street, And shop to shop, responsive, rings of him. Nor joys one land alone; his praise extends Far as the sun rolls the diffusive day ; Far as the breeze can bear the gifts of peace; Till all the happy nations catch the song. 9G PEACE AND PATRIOTISM What would not, Peace! the patriot bear for thee? What painful patience? What incessant care? What mix'd anxiety? What sleepless toil? E'en from the rash protected, what reproach? For he thy value knows; thy friendship he To human nature: but the better thou. The richer of delight, sometimes the more Inevitable war, — when ruffian force Awakes the fury of an injured state. Then the good easy man whom reason rules. Who, while unhurt, knew nor offence nor harm, Roused by bold insult, and injurious rage, With sharp and sudden check the astonish'd sons Of violence confounds; firm as his cause His bolder heart; in awful justice clad; His eyes effulging a peculiar fire: And, as he charges through the prostrate war, His keen arm teaches faithless men no more To dare the sacred vengeance of the just. ODE TO PEACE William Tennant Daughter of God ! that sitt'st on high Amid the dances of the sky, And guidest with thy gentle sway The planets on their tuneful way! Sweet Peace! shall ne'er again The smile of thy most holy face, PEACE AND GOOD WILL 97 From thine ethereal dwelling-place, Rejoice the wretched, weary race Of discord-breathing men? Too long, glachiess-giving Queen! Thy tarrying in heaven has been; Too long o'er this fair blooming world The flag of blood has been unfurled, Polluting God's pure day ; Whilst, as each maddening people reels, War onward drives his scythed wheels, And at his horses' bloody heels, Shriek Murder and Dismay. Oft have I wept to hear the cry Of widow wailing bitterly ; To see the parent's silent tear For children fallen beneath the spear; And I have felt so sore The sense of human guilt and woe. That I, in Virtue's passioned glow, Have cursed (my soul was wounded so) The shape of man I bore! Then come from thy serene abode. Thou gladness-giving child of God! And cease the world's ensanguined strife, And reconcile my soul to life; For much I long to see, Ere I shall to the grave descend, Thy hand its blessed branch extend, And to the world's remotest end Wave Love and Harmony ! 98 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM ANGEL OF PEACE Extract from The Peace of Europe John Greenleaf Whittier White Angel of the Lord ! unmeet That soil accursed for thy pure feet. Never in Slavery's desert flows The fountain of thy charmed repose ; No tyrant's hand thy chaplet weaves Of lilies and of olive-leaves ; Not with the wicked shalt thou dwell, Thus saith the Eternal Oracle ; Thy home is with the pure and free ! Stern herald of thy better day, Before thee, to prepare thy way, The Baptist Shade of Liberty, Gray, scarred and hairy-robed, must press With bleeding feet the wilderness! Oh that its voice might pierce the ear Of princes, trembling while they hear A cry as of the Hebrew seer : Repent! God's kingdom draweth near! PEACE AND WAR Extract from Queen Mab Percy Bysshe Shelley How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh, ' Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear, ' Were discord to the speaking quietude PEACE AND GOOD WILL 99 That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls. Seems like a canopy which love had spread To curtain her sleeping world. Yon gentle hills, Robed in a garment of untrodden snow ; Yon darksome rocks, whence icicles depend So stainless that their white and glittering spires Tinge not the moon's pure beam ; yon castled steep Whose banner hangeth o'er the time-worn tower So idly that rapt fancy deemeth it A metaphor of peace ; — all form a scene Where musing solitude might love to lift Her soul above this sphere of earthliness ; Where silence undisturbed might watch alone — So cold, so bright, so still. The orb of day In southern climes o'er ocean's waveless field Sinks sweetly smiling; not the faintest breath Steals o'er the unruffled deep ; the clouds of eve Reflect unmoved the lingering beam of day ; And Vesper's image on the western main Is beautifully still. To-morrow comes: Cloud upon cloud, in dark and deepening mass. Roll o'er the blackened waters ; the deep roar Of distant thunder mutters awfully ; Tempest unfolds its pinion o'er the gloom That shrouds the boiling surge ; the pitiless fiend. With all his winds and lightnings, tracks his prey; The torn deep yawns, — the vessel finds a grave Beneath its jagged gulf. 100 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Ah ! whence yon glare That fires the arch of heaven? that dark red smoke Blotting the silver moon? The stars are quenched In darkness, and the pure and spangling snow Gleams faintly through the gloom that gathers round. Hark to that roar whose swift and deafening peals In countless echoes through the mountains ring, Startling pale Midnight on her starry throne ! Now swells the intermingling din; the jar Frequent and frightful of the bursting bomb ; The falUng beam, the shriek, the groan, the shout, The ceaseless clangor, and the rush of men Inebriate with rage : — loud and more loud The discord grows; till pale Death shuts the scene And o'er the conqueror and the conquered draws His cold and bloody shroud. — Of all the men Whom day's departing beam saw blooming there In proud and vigorous health ; of all the hearts That beat with anxious life at sunset there; How few survive, how few are beating now ! All is deep silence, like the fearful calm That slumbers in the storm's portentous pause; Save when the frantic wail of widowed love Comes shuddering on the blast, or the faint moan With which some soul bursts from the frame of clay Wrapt round its struggling powers. The gray morn Dawns on the mournful scene; the sulphurous smoke Before the icy wind slow rolls away. And the bright beams of frosty morning dance PEACE AND GOOD WILL 101 Along the spangling snow. There tracks of blood Even to the forest's depth, and scattered arms, And lifeless warriors, whose hard lineaments Death's self could change not, mark the dreadful path Of the outsallying victors ; far behind Black ashes note where their proud city stood. Within yon forest is a gloomy glen — Each tree which guards its darkness from the day, Waves o'er a warrior's tomb. I see thee shrink, Surpassing Spirit! — wert thou human else? I see a shade of doubt and horror fleet Across thy stainless features ; yet fear not ; This is no unconnected misery, Nor stands uncaused and irretrievable. Man's evil nature, that apology Which kings who rule, and cowards who crouch, set up For their unnumbered crimes, sheds not the blood Which desolates the discord-wasted land. From kings and priests and statesmen war arose, Whose safety is man's deep unbettered woe, Whose grandeur his debasement. Let the axe Strike at the root, the poison-tree will fall; And where its venomed exhalations spread Ruin, and death, and woe, where millions lay Quenching the serpent's famine, and their bones Bleaching unburied in the putrid blast, A garden shall arise, in loveliness Surpassing fabled Eden. 102 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM But hoary-headed selfishness has felt Its death-blow and is tottering to the grave ; A brighter morn awaits the human day, When every transfer of earth's natural gifts Shall be a commerce of good words and works; When poverty and wealth, the thirst of fame, The fear of infamy, disease and woe. War with its million horrors, and fierce hell, Shall live but in the memory of time, Who, like a penitent libertine, shall start. Look back, and shudder at his younger years. PEACE AMONG NATIONS Extract from The Task William Cowper Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade. Where rumor of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more ! My ear is pained, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart. It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is severed as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colored like his own, and having power PEACE AND GOOD WILL 103 To enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey. Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each other. Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one. Thus man devotes his brother, and destroys. Sure there is need of social intercourse, Benevolence, and peace, and mutual aid, Between the nations, in a world that seems To toll the death-bell of its own decease. Great princes have great playthings. Some have played At hewing mountains into men, and some At building human wonders mountain high. Some have amused the dull sad years of life, Life spent in indolence, and therefore sad, With schemes of monumental fame ; and sought By pyramids and mausolean pomp, Short-lived themselves, to immortalize their bones. Some seek diversion in the tented field. And make the sorrows of mankind their sport. But war's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at. Nations would do well To extort their truncheons from the puny hands Of heroes, whose infirm and baby minds Are gratified with mischief, and who spoil, Because men suffer it, their toy the world. 104 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM When Babel was confounded, and the great Confederacy of projectors wild and vain Was split into diversity of tongues, Then, as a shepherd separates his flock, These to the upland, to the valley those, God drave asunder, and assigned their lot To all the nations. Ample was the boon He gave them, in its distribution fair And equal, and he bade them dwell in peace. Peace was awhile their care : they ploughed and sowed, And reaped their plenty without grudge or strife. But violence can never longer sleep Than human passions please. In every heart Are sown the sparks that kindle fiery war ; Occasion needs but fan them, and they blaze. Cain had already shed a brother's blood; The Deluge washed it out, but left unquenched The seeds of murder in the breast of man. Soon, by a righteous judgment, in the line Of his descending progeny was found The first artificer of death ; the shrewd Contriver who first sweated at the forge, And forced the blunt and yet unbloodied steel To a keen edge, and made it bright for war. Him, Tubal named, the Vulcan of old times, The sword and falchion their inventor claim, And the first smith was the first murderer's son. His art survived the waters; and ere long. When man was multiplied and spread abroad In tribes and clans, and had begun to call These meadows and that range of hills his own, PEACE AND GOOD WILL 105 The tasted sweets of property begat Desire of more; and industry in some, To improve and cultivate their just demesne, Made others covet what they saw so fair. Thus war began on earth ; these fought for spoil, And those in self-defense. Savage at first The onset, and irregular. At length One eminent above the rest, for strength, For stratagem, or courage, or for all, Was chosen leader; him they served in war, And him in peace, for sake of warlike deeds Reverenced no less. Who could with him compare? Or who so worthy to control themselves As he whose prowess had subdued their foes? Thus war affording field for the display Or who so worthy to control themselves Which have their exigencies too, and call For skill in government, at length made king. But is it fit, or can it bear the shock Of rational discussion, that a man Compounded and made up like other men Of elements tumultuous, in whom lust And folly in as ample measure meet As in the bosoms of the slaves he rules, Should be a despot absolute, and boast Himself the only freeman of his land? Should, when he pleases, and on whom he will. Wage war, with any or with no pretence Of provocation given or wrong sustained, 1 0(1 PKAOE AND PATRIOTISM And force the beggarly last doit, by means 'i'hnt, his own humor dictates, from the clutch ( )f povcM'ty, that thus he may procure His (housjinds, weary of jHMUirious life, A splenditl ()])j)ortunity U) die? A (^IIUISTMAS (^AROL Samuel Taylou Coliouiikje The shepherds went their hasty way, And h)inid the lowly stabU^-shed NViiere the Virgin-Mother lay: And now (h(\v checked their eager tread, For to the Babe, (hat at her bosom clung, A Mother's song the Virgin-Mother sung. They told hvv how a glorious light. Streaming from a heavenly throng, Around tluMu shone, susjiending night! W'hiU* sweetiM" than a niotluM's song, Hh^st angels heralded the Saviour's birth, Cdory to i\o{\ on high! and Peace on Earth. She listened to tiie tale divine. And closer still the Babe she pressed; And while she cried, the Babe is mhie! The n\ilk rushed fastci- to her breast: .loy rose within her, like a sununer's mom; Peace, Peace ou l<'arth ! the Prince of Peace is born. PEACE AND GOOD WILL 107 Thou Mother of the Prince of Peace, Poor, simple, and of low estate ! TLat strife should vanish, battle cease, why should this thy soul elate? Sweet Music's loudest note, the Poet's story, — Didst thou ne'er love to hear of fame and glory? And is not War a youthful king, A stately hero clad in mail? Beneath his footsteps laurels spring; Him Earth's majestic monarchs hail Their friend, theii- playmate! and his bold bright eye Compels the maiden's love-confessing sigh. " Tell this in some more courtly scene. To maids and youths in robes of state ! I am a woman poor and mean. And therefore is my soul elate. War is a ruffian, all with guilt defiled. That from the aged father tears his child! " A murderous fiend, by fiends adored, He kills the sire and starves the son ; The husband kills, and from her board Steals all his widow's toil had won ; Plunders God's world of beauty; rends away All safety from the night, all comfort from the day. " Then wisely is my soul elate, That strife should vanish, battle cease: I'm poor and of a low estate, 108 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM The Mother of the Prince of Peace. Joy rises in me, like a summer's morn : Peace, Peace on Earth ! the Prince of Peace is born." CHRISTMAS IN 1875 Supposed to be written by a Spaniard William Cullen Bryant No trumpet-blast profaned The hour in which the Prince of Peace was born; No bloody streamlet stained Earth's silver rivers on that sacred morn; But, o'er the peaceful plain. The war-horse drew the peasant's loaded wain. The soldier had laid by The sword and stripped the corselet from his breast, And hung his helm on high — The sparrow's winter home and summer nest; And, with the same strong hand That flung the barbed spear, he tilled the land. Oh, time for which we yearn ; Oh, sabbath of the nations long foretold! Season of peace, return. Like a late summer when the year grows old, When the sweet sunny days Steeped mead and mountain-side in golden haze. PEACE AND GOOD WILL 109 For now two rival kings Flaunt, o'er our bleeding land, their hostile flags, And every sunrise brings The hovering vulture from his mountain-crags To where the battle-plain Is strewn with dead, the youth and flower of Spain. Christ is not come, while yet O'er half the earth the threat of battle lowers, And our own fields are wet, Beneath the battle-cloud, with crimson showers — The life-blood of the slain, Poured out where thousands die that one may reign. Soon, over half the earth. In every temple crowds shall kneel again To celebrate His birth Who brought the message of good-will to men. And bursts of joyous song Shall shake the roof above the prostrate throng. Christ is not come, while there The men of blood whose crimes affront the skies Kneel down in act of prayer. Amid the joyous strains, and when they rise Go forth, with sword and flame, To waste the land in His most holy name. Oh, when the day shall break O'er realms unlearned in warfare's cruel arts, And all their millions wake no PEACE AND PATRIOTISM To peaceful tasks performed with loving hearts. On such a blessed morn, Well may the nations say that Christ is born. THE GARDEN OF THE HOLY VIRGIN ^ Alexander Kuprin Far beyond the bounds of the Milky Way, upon a planet which will never be disclosed to the eye of the most diligent astronomer, blooms the wonderful, myste- rious garden of the Holy Virgin Mary. All the flowers that exist upon our poor and sinful earth, bloom there for many long years, never fading, ever cared for by the patient hands of invisible gardeners. And each flower contains a particle of the soul of a man living on the earth, that particle which sleeps not during our nightly slumber, that leads us through marvelous lands, that shows us the centuries gone by, that conjures up before us the faces of our departed friends, that spins in our imagination the variegated tissues of our slumber-being, now sweet, now ludicrous, now terrible, now blissful, that makes us awaken in unreasonable joy, or in bitter tears, that often opens before us the impenetrable cur- tains, beyond which stretch out the dark paths of the future, discernible only to children, wise men, and blessed clairvoyants. These flowers are the souls of human dreams. Every time that the moon is full, in those hours of the 1 From "The Bracelet of Garnets, and Other Stories"; copyright, 1917, by Charles Scribner's Sons. By permission of the publishers. PEACE AND GOOD WILL 111 night that immediately precede the dawn, when our nightly visions are especially bright, lively, and restless, when the pale lunatics, with their eyes closed and their faces turned toward the sky, return to their cold beds along the dangerous edges of the house-tops, when the night-flowers open their chalices — then the Holy Vir- gin walks through her garden with light and quiet steps. To her right, glides the round moon, while behind it, never tarrying, always keeping the same distance, flows a little star, like a small boat tied with invisible threads to the stern of a large ship. Soon both the ship and the boat disappear, buried in tlie vaporlike, orange-colored clouds, and, suddenly, they appear in the dark-blue space. Then their light lends a silvery hue to the Holy Virgin's blue chiton and to her beautiful face, whose charm and blessedness no man can describe with word, brush, or music. And, fluttering in joyous impatience, the flowers sway on their thin stems and, like children, stretch out to touch the blue chiton with their petals. And Holy Mary gently smiles upon their pure joy, for she is the mother of Jesus, who loved flowers so dearly during his life on earth. With her thin, white, kind fingers she gently caresses the souls of children, the modest daisies, goldcups, snowdrops, veronicas, and the fairy spheres of dandelions. Boundless is her bounty, for it extends over them all: the daffodils, those beautiful love-flow- ers, the proud and passionate roses, the conceited peo- nies, the orchids, so terrible in their strange beauty, the bitter, fiery poppies, the tuberoses and hyacinths, that spread their heavy odors around the death-bed. She 112 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM sends bright maidenly dreams to lilies-of-the-valley, violets, and mignonettes. And to the plain wild flow- ers, the souls of ordiuaiy toilers, wearied with the day's labor, she sends profound, restful sleep. And she visits also the far-away corners of the garden, wildly overgrown with thorny, monstrous cactuses, gi-ecnish ferns, intoxicating hops, and the creeping, graveyard ivy, and to them all, despairing of joy on earth, disajipointed in life, sorrowful, and grieving, gloomily hastening to meet death, she grants moments of complete forgetfulness, without dreams, without memories. And in the morning, when amidst the gold and crim- son dawn, the tiiuniphant sun, ever burning with the fire of victory, begins to rise, the Holy Virgin lifts her clear eyes toward heaven and says: " Be thou blessed, Creator, who exhibits to us the sign of his greatness. Be blessed all his creation, too. Be blessed the sacred eternal maternity of the world. For ever and ever." And the flowers send their reply in scarcely audible whisper : " Amen." Anil like holy incense their aromatic breath rises upward. And the bright face of the sun trembles, re- flected in many-colored rays from each dewdrop. On this night, too, the Holy Virgin walks through her garden. But sad is her beauteous face, lowered are the lashes of her bright eyes, powerless hang her arms along the folds of her blue chiton. Terrible visions float be- PEACE AND GOOD WILL 113 fore her; red fields and pastures, still recking with blood; burnt homes and churches; violated women, tortured cliildren; mounds and mountains of corpses under which moan the dying ; groans, curses, blasphemy that breaks through the death-rattle and the cries; mutilated bodies, withered breasts, fields of battle black with ravens. . . . Oppressive silence, as before a thunderstorm, over- hangs the world. The air is perfectly motionless. But the flowers tremble and sway in fright as in a tempest, bending to the very ground and extending their heads to the Virgin with boundless entreaty. Closed are her lips, and sad is her face. Agahi and again before her rises the image of Him whom human malice, envy, intolerance, cupidity, and ambition sen- tenced to unbearable tortures and a shameful death. She sees Him — beaten, bleeding, carrying upon His shoulders His heavy cross, and stumbling under its weight. Upon the dusty road she sees dark sprays, the droj)s of His divine blood. She sees His beautiful body, mutilated by tortui'c, hanging by out-turned arms upon the cross, with protruding chest, and bloody sweat upon His deathly pale face. And again she hears His dread- ful whisper: "I am thirsty! " And again, as then, a sword is plunged iiito the mother's heart. The sun rises, hidden beyond dark, heavy clouds. It burns in heaven like an enormous red blot, the bloody conflagration of the world. And lifting up her saddened eyes, the Holy Virgin asks timidly, her voice trembling: " Lord ! Where are the bounds of Thy great wrath?" 114 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM But relentless is the wrath of God, and none knows its bounds! And when, in grief and sorrow, the Holy Virgin lowers her eyes again, she sees that the innocent cups of gentle flowers are filled with bloody dew. THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD Henry Wadsworth Longfellow This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary. When the death-angel touches those swift keys! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies! I hear even now the infinite fierce chorus. The cries of agony, the endless groan. Which, through the ages that have gone before us, In long reverberations reach our own. On helm and harness rings the Saxon hammer. Through Cimbric forest roars the Norseman's song, And loud, amid the universal clamor. O'er distant deserts sounds the Tartar gong. I hear the Florentine, who from his palace Wheels out his battle-bell with dreadful din, PEACE AND GOOD WILL 115 And Aztec priests upon their teocallis Beat the wild war-drums made of serpent's skin ; The tumult of each sacked and burning village ; The shout that every prayer for mercy drowns; The soldiers' revels in the midst of pillage; The wail of famine in beleaguered towns ; The bursting shell, the gateway wrenched asunder, The rattling musketry, the clashing blade; And ever and anon, in tones of thunder The diapason of the cannonade. Is it, man, with such discordant noises. With such accursed instruments as these. Thou drownest Nature's sweet and kindly voices. And j arrest the celestial harmonies? Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error. There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred! And every nation, that should lift again Its hand against a brother, on its forehead Would wear forevermore the curse of Cain! Down the dark future, through long generations. The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, " Peace! " 116 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise. ILLUSION OF WAR Richard Le Galliennb War I abhor, And yet how sweet The sound along the marching street Of drum and fife ! And I forget Wet eyes of widows, and forget Broken old mothers, and the whole Dark butchery without a soul. Without a soul — save this bright drink Of heady music, sweet as hell ; And even my peace-abiding feet Go marching with the marching street; For yonder, yonder, goes the fife. And what care I for human life! The tears fill my astonished eyes, And my full heart is like to break; And yet 'tis all embannered lies, A dream those little drummers make. Oh, it is wickedness to clothe Yon hideous grinning thing that stalks PEACE AND GOOD WILL 117 Hidden in music, like a queen That in a garden of glory walks, Till good men love the thing they loathe. Art, thou hast many infamies, But not an infamy like this; Oh ! snap the fife and still the drum, And show the monster as she is! THE CAUSES OF WAR Extract from Gulliver's Travels Jonathan Swift [My master] asked me what were the usual causes or motives that made one country go to war with another? I answered they were innumerable; but I should only mention a few of the chief. Sometimes the ambition of princes, who never think they have land or people enough to govern; sometimes the cor- ruption of ministers, who engage their master in a war in order to stifle or divert the clamor of the sub- jects against their evil administration. Difference in opinions has cost many millions of lives .... Sometimes the quarrel between two princes is to decide which of them shall dispossess a third of his dominions, where neither of them pretend to any right. Sometimes one prince quarrelleth with an- other, for fear the other should quarrel with him. Sometimes a war is entered upon because the enemy is too strong, and sometimes because he is too weak. 118 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Sometimes our neighbors want the things which we have, or have the things which we want, and we both fight till they take ours, or give us theirs. It is a very- justifiable cause of a war, to invade a country after the people have been wasted by famine, destroyed by pestilence, or embroiled by factions among themselves. It is justifiable to enter into war against our nearest ally, when one of his towns lies convenient for us, or a territory of land, that would render our dominions round and complete. If a prince sends forces into a nation where the people are poor and ignorant, he may lawfully put half of them to death, and make slaves of the rest, in order to civilize and reduce them from their barbarous way of living. It is a very kingly, honorable, and frequent practice, when one prince de- sires the assistance of another, to secure him against an invasion that the assistant, when he hath driven out the invader, should seize on the dominions him- self, and kill, imprison, or banish the prince he came to relieve. Alliance by blood or marriage is a fre- quent cause of war between princes; and the nearer tlie kindred is, the greater is their disposition to quar- rel. Poor nations are hungry, and rich nations are proud; and pride and hunger will ever be at variance. For these reasons, the trade of a soldier is held the most honorable of all others; because a soldier is a Yahoo, hired to kill, in cold blood, as many of his own species, who have never offended him, as possibly he can. There is likewise a kind of beggarly princes in Europe, not able to make war by themselves, who hire PEACE AND GOOD WILL 119 out their troops to richer nations, for so much a day to each man; of which they keep three-fourths to themselves, and it is the best part of their mainte- nance; such are those in many northern parts of Europe. " What you have told me," said my master, " upon the subject of war does, indeed, discover most ad- mirably the effects of that reason you pretend to; however, it is happy that the shame is greater than the danger; and that nature has left you utterly incapable of doing much mischief. " For, your mouths lying flat with your faces, you can hardly bite each other to any purpose, unless by consent. Then, as to the claws upon your feet, before and behind, they are so short and tender, that one of our Yahoos would drive a dozen of yours before him. And therefore, in recounting the numbers of those who have been killed in battle, I cannot but think you have said the thing which is not." I could not forbear shaking my head, and smiling a little at his ignorance. And, being no stranger to the art of war, I gave him a description of cannons, culverins, muskets, carabines, pistols, bullets, powder, swords, bayonets, battles, sieges, retreats, attacks, undermines, countermines, bombardments, sea-fights, ships sunk with a thousand men, twenty thousand killed on each side, dying groans, limbs flying in the air, smoke, noise, confusion, trampling to death under horses' feet, flight, pursuit, victory; fields strewed with carcases, left for food to dogs and wolves and birds of prey ; plundering, stripping, ravishing, burning, and destroying. And, to 120 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM set forth the valor of my own dear countrymen, I assured him that I had seen them blow up a hundred enemies at once in a siege, and as many in a ship, and beheld the dead bodies drop down in pieces from the clouds, to the great diversion of the spectators. I was going on to more particulars when my master commanded me silence. He said, whoever understood the nature of Yahoos might easily believe it possible for so vile an animal to be capable of every action I had named if their strength and cunning equalled their malice. But as my discourse had increased his abhor- rence of the whole species, so he found it gave hhn a disturbance in his mind to which he was wholly a stranger before. He thought his ears being used to such abominable words might, by degrees, admit them with less detestation; that, although he hated the Yahoos of this country, yet he no more blamed them for their odious qualities than he did a gnnayh (a bird of prey) for its cruelty, or a sharp stone for cutting his hoof. But when a creature pretending to reason could be capable of such enormities, he dreaded lest the cor- ruption of that faculty might be worse than brutality itself. He seemed, therefore, confident, that instead of reason, we were only possessed of some quality fitted to increase our natural vices; as the reflection from a troubled stream returns the image of an ill-shapen body, not only larger, but more distorted. PEACE AND GOOD WILL 121 THE BURGHERS' BATTLE William Morris Thick rise the spear-shafts o'er the land That erst the harvest bore; The sword is heavy in the hand, And we return no more. The hght wind waves the Ruddy Fox, Our banner of the war, And ripples in the Running Ox, And we return no more. Across our stubble acres now The teams go four and four; But outworn elders guide the plough, And we return no more. And now the women, heavy-eyed, Turn through the open door From gazing down the highway wide. Where we return no more. The shadows of the fruited close Dapple the feast-hall floor; There lie our dogs and dream and doze. And we return no more. Down from the minster tower to-day Fall the soft chimes of yore Amidst the chattering jackdaws' play: And we return no more. 122 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM But underneath the streets are still; Noon, and the market's o'er! Back go the gooilwivcs o'er the hill; For ICC return no more. What merchant to our gates shall come? What wise man bring us kire? What abbot ride away to Rome, Now we return no more? What mayor shall rule the hall we built? Whose scark^t sweep the floor? What judge shall ckxMu the robber's guilt, Now we return no more/ New houses in the streets shall rise Where builded we before, Of other stone wrought otherwise; For we return no more. And crops shall cover field and hill. Unlike what once they bore, And all be done without our will, Now we return no more. Look up! the arrows streak the sky, The horns of battle roar; The long spears lower and draw nigh. And we return no more. PEA(3E AND CK)()I) WFLL 123 Remember how, boHide the wain, We spoke the word of war, And sowed this liarv(!Ht of the plain, And wc return no more. Lay spears about the Ruddy Fox I The days of old are o'er; Heave sword al)()ut the Running Ox! For we return no more. THE BATTLIO OF BLKNHEIM Robert Southey It was a summer evening; Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his eottage-door Was sitting in tlu; sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round, Which he beside the rivulet, In playing there, had found: He came to ask what he had found, That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head. 124 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM And with a natural sigh, " 'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, " Who fell in the great victory. " I find them in the garden. For there's many here about ; And often, when I go to plough, The ploughshare turns them out; For many thousand men," said he, " Were slain in that great victory." " Now tell us what 'twas all about," Young Peterkin he cries; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes ; " Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for." " It was the English," Kaspar cried, " Who put the French to rout ; But what they fought each other for, I could not well make out ; But everybody said," quoth he, " That 'twas a famous victory. " My father lived at Blenheim then. Yon little stream hard by ; They burnt his dwelling to the ground. And he was forced to fly; So with his wife and child he fled. Nor had he where to rest his head. PEACE AND GOOD WILL 125 " With fire and sword the country round Was wasted far and wide, And many a childing mother then, And new-born baby, died; But things Hke that, you know, must be At every famous victory. " They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun : But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. " Great praise the Duke of Marlborough won, And our good Prince Eugene." "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing! " Said little Wilhelmine. "Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he; " It was a famous victory. "And everybody praised the Duke, Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last? " Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he; " But 'twas a famous victory." 126 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM THE PYRES Hermann Hagedorn Pyres in the night, in the night! And the roaring yellow and red. Trooper, trooper, why so white? We are out to gather our dead. We have brought dry boughs from the bloody wood And the torn hill-side ; We have felled great trunks, wet with the blood Of brothers that died; We have piled them high for a flaming bed, Hemlock and ash and pine for a bed, A throne in the night, a throne for a bed — And we go to gather our dead. There where the oaks loom, dark and high, Over the sombre hill. Body on body, cold and still, Under the stars they lie. There where the silver river runs, Careless and calm as fate. Mowed, mowed by the terrible guns. The stricken brothers wait. There by the smoldering house, and there Where the red smoke hangs on the heavy air, Under the ruins, under the hedge. Cheek by cheek at the forest-edge; Back to breast, three men deep. Hearing not bugle or drum, PEACE AND GOOD WILL 127 In the desperate trench they died to keep, Under the starry dome they sleep, Murmuring, " Brothers, come 1 " This way ! I heard a call Like a stag's when he dies. Under the willows I saw him fall. Under the willows he lies. Give me your hand. Raise him up. Lift his head. Strike a light. This morning we shared a crust and a cup. He wants no supper to-night. Take his feet. Here the shells Broke all day long, Moaning and shrieking hell's Bacchanalian song! Last night he helped me bear Men to hell's feting. To-morrow, maybe, somewhere, We, too, shall lie waiting. Pyres in the night, in the night! Weary and sick and dumb," Under the flickering, faint starlight The drooping gleaners come. Out of the darkness, dim Shadowy, shadow-bearers. Dragging into the bale-fire's rim Pallid death -farers. 128 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Pyres in the night, in the night! In the plain, on the hill. No volleys for their last rite. We need our powder — to kill. High on their golden bed, Pile up the dead! Pyres in the night, in the night! Torches, piercing the gloom! Look! How the sparks take flight! Stars, stars, make room! Smoke, that was bone and blood ! Hark ! the deep roar. It is the souls telling God Theglory of WAR! WAR AND PEACE Extract from Epilogue to Charge of the Heavy Brigade at Balaclava Alfred Tennyson I WOULD that wars should cease, I would the globe from end to end Might sow and reap in peace, And some new Spirit o'erbear the old, Or Trade refrain the Powers From war with kindly links of gold, Or Love with wreaths of flowers. Slav, Teuton, Kelt, I count them all My friends and brother souls, PEACE AND GOOD WILL 129 With all the peoples, great and small, That wheel between the poles. But since our mortal shadow, 111, To waste this earth began — Perchance from some abuse of Will In worlds before the man Involving ours — he needs must fight To make true peace his own, He needs must combat might with might, Or Might would rule alone; And who loves war for war's own sake Is fool, or crazed, or worse; But let the patriot-soldier take His meed of fame in verse ; Nay — tho' that realm were in the wrong For which her warriors bleed. It still were right to crown with song The warrior's noble deed. TRUE PEACE Extracts from Casa Guidi Windows Elizabeth Barrett Browning Children use the fist Until they are of age to use the brain; And so we needed Caesars to assist Man's justice, and Napoleons to explain God's counsel, when a point was nearly missed. Until our generations should attain Christ's stature nearer. Not that we, alas. 130 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Attain already; but a single inch Will raise to look down on the swordsman's pass, As knightly Roland on the coward's flinch; And, after chloroform and ether-gas. We find out slowly what the bee and finch Have ready found, tlu'ough Nature's lamp in each. How to our races we may justify Our individual claims and, as we reach Our own grapes, bend the top vines to supply The cliildren's uses, — how to fill a breach With olive-branches, — how to quench a lie With truth, and smite a foe upon the cheek With Christ's most conquering kiss. Why, these are things Worth a great nation's finding, to prove weak The " glorious arms " of military kings. And so with wide embrace, my I^^ngland, seek To stifle tlie bad heat and flickerings Of this world's false and nearly expended fire! Draw palpitating arrows to the wood, And twang abroad thy high hopes and thy higher Resolves, from that most virtuous altitude! Till nations shall unconsciously aspire By looking up to thee, and learn that good And glory are not different. Announce law By freedom; exalt chivalry by peace; Instruct how clear calm eyes can overawe, And how pure hands, stretched simply to release A bond-slave, will not need a swoi'd to draw To be held dreadful. O my England, crease Thy purple with no alien agonies, PEACE AND GOOD WILL 131 No struggles toward encroachment, no vile war! Disband thy captains, change thy victories, Be henccfortli prosporous as the angels are, Helping, not humbling. Drums and battle-cries Go out in music of the morning-star — And soon we shall have thinkers in the place Of fighters, each found able as a man To strike electric influence through a race, Unstayed by city-wall and barbican. The poet shall look grander in the face Than even of old (when he of Greece began To sing " that Achillean wrath which slew So many heroes"), — seeing he shall treat The deeds of souls heroic toward the true, The oracles of life, previsions sweet And awful like divine swans gliding through White arms of Ledas, which will leave the heat Of their escaping godship to endue The human medium with a heavenly flush. A cry is up in England, which doth ring The hollow world through, that for ends of trade And virtue and God's better worshiping. We henceforth should exalt the name of Peace And leave tliose rusty wars that eat the soul, — Besides their clippings at our golden fleece. I, too, have loved peace, and from bole to bole Of immemorial undeciduous trees 132 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Would write, as lovers use upon a scroll, The holy name of Peace and set it high Where none could pluck it down. On trees, I say ■-^. Not upon gibbets ! — With the greenery Of dewy branches and the flowery May, Sweet mediation betwixt earth and sky Providing, for the shepherd's holiday. Not upon gibbets! though the vulture leaves The bones to quiet, which he first picked bare. Not upon dungeons! though the wretch who grieves And groans within, less stirs the outer air Than any little field-mouse stirs the sheaves. Not upon chain-bolts! though the slave's despair Has dulled his helpless miserable brain And left him blank beneath the freeman's whip To sing and laugh out idiocies of pain. Nor yet on starving homes ! where many a lip Has sobbed itself asleep through curses vain. I love no peace which is not fellowship And which includes not mercy. I would have Rather the raking of the guns across The world, and shrieks against Heaven's architrave; Rather the struggle in the slippery fosse Of dying men and horses, and the wave Blood-bubbling . . . Enough said ! — by Christ's own cross. And by this faint heart of my womanhood. Such things are better than a Peace that sits Beside a hearth in self-commended mood. And takes no thought how wind and rain by fits Are howling out of doors against the good PEACE AND GOOD WILL 133 Of the poor wanderer. What ! your peace admits Of outside anguish while it keeps at home? 1 loathe to take its name upon my tongue, — 'Tis nowise peace; 'tis treason, stiff with doom, — 'Tis gagged despair and inarticulate wrong, Lord of Peace, who art Lord of Righteousness, Constrain the anguished worlds from sin and grief, Pierce them with conscience, purge them with redress. And give us peace which is no counterfeit ! WHEN THE GREAT GRAY SHIPS COME IN New York Harbor, August 20, 189S Guy Wetmore Carryl To eastward ringing, to westward winging. O'er mapless miles of sea, On winds and tides the gospel rides That the furthermost isles are free; And the furthermost isles make answer, Harbor, and height, and hill. Breaker and beach cry, each to each, " 'Tis the Mother who calls! Be still! " Mother! new-found, beloved, And strong to hold from harm. Stretching to these across the seas The shield of her sovereign arm, Who summoned the guns of her sailor sons. Who bade her navies roam. 134 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Who calls again to the leagues of main, And who calls them this time home! And the ^rnat gray sliips arc silent, And tlie weary watchers rest; The black cloud dies in the August skies, And deep in the golden west Invisible hands are limning A glory of crimson bars, And far above is the wonder of A myriad wakened stars! Peace! As the tidings silence The strenuous cannonade, Peace at last ! is the bugle blast The length of the long blockade; And eyes of vigil weary Are lit with the glad release, From ship to ship and from lip to lip It is " Peace! Thank God for peace! " Ah, in the sweet hereafter Columbia still shall show The sons of those who swept the seas How she bade them rise and go; How, wlion the stii'riiig summons Smote on her children's ear, South and North at the call stood forth, And the whole land answered, " Here! " For the soul of tlie soldier's story And the heart of the sailor's song PEACE AND GOOD WILL 135 Are all of those who meet their foes As right should meet with wrong, Who fight their guns till the foeman runs, And then, on the decks they trod. Brave faces raise, and give the praise To the grace of their country's God ! Yes, it is good to battle, And good to be strong and free. To carry the hearts of a people To the uttermost ends of sea, To see the day steal up the bay, Where the enemy lies in wait, To run your ship to the harbor's lip And sink her across the strait: — But better the golden evening When the ships round heads for home, And the long gray miles slip swiftly past In a swirl of seething foam, And the people wait at the haven's gate To greet the men who win ! Thank God for peace! Thank God for peace, When the great gray ships come in! A SONG FOR PEACE Joaquin Miller As a tale that is told, as a vision, Forgive and forget; for I say That the ti'uo shall endure the derision Of the false till the full of the day; 136 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Ay, forgive as you would be forgiven ; Ay, forget, lest the ill you have done Be remember'd against you in heaven And all the days under the sun. For who shall have bread without labor? And who shall have rest without price? And who shall hold war with his neighbor With promise of peace with the Christ? The years may lay hand on fair heaven ; May place and displace the red stars ; May stain them, as blood stains are driven At sunset in beautiful bars ; May shroud them in black till they fret us As clouds with their showers of tears; May grind us to dust and forget us, May the years, 0, the pitiless years! But the precepts of Christ are beyond them ; The truths by the Nazarcne taught, With the tramp of the ages upon them, They endure as though ages were naught; The deserts may drink up the fountains, The forests give place to the plain, The main may give place to the mountains, The mountains return to the main ; PEACE AND GOOD WILL 137 Mutations of worlds and mutations Of suns may take place, but the reign Of Time, and the toils and vexations Bequeath them, no, never a stain. Go forth to the fields as one sowing, Sing songs and be glad as you go, There are seeds that take root without showing, And bear some fruit whether or no. And the sun shall shine sooner or later, Though the midnight breaks ground on the morn, Then appeal you to Christ, the Creator, And to gray-bearded Time, His first-born. ODE SUNG AT THE OPENING OF THE INTERNATIONAL EXHIBITION Alfred Tennyson Uplift a thousand voices full and sweet, In this wide hall with earth's invention stored. And praise the invisible universal Lord, Who lets once more in peace the nations meet, Where Science, Art, and Labor have outpour'd Their myriad horns of plenty at our feet. silent father of our Kings to be, Mourn'd in this golden hour of jubilee, F'or this, for all, we weep our thanks to thee! 138 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM The world-compelling plan was thine,— ♦ And, lo ! the long laborious miles Of Palace; lo! the giant aisles, Rich in model and design, Harvest-tool and husbandry, Loom and wheel and enginery. Secrets of the sullen mine, Steel and gold, and corn and wine, Fabric rough, or fairy-fine, Sunny tokens of the Line, Polar marvels, and a feast Of wonder, out of West and East, And shapes and hues of Art divine!, All of beauty, all of use. That one fair planet can produce, Brought from under every star, Blown from over every main, And mixt, as life is mixt with pain. The works of peace with works of war. Is the goal so far away? Far, how far no tongue can say, Let us dream our dream to-day. O ye, the wise who think, the wise who reign, From growing Commerce loose her latest chain. And let the fair white-wing'd peacemaker fly To happy havens under all the sky. And mix the seasons and the golden hours ; Till each man find his own in all men's good, And all men work in noble brotherhood, PEACE AND GOOD WILL 139 Breaking their mailed fleets and armed towers, And ruling by obeying Nature's powers, And gathering all the fruits of earth and crown'd with all her flowers. THE MESSAGE OF PEACE Julia Ward Howe Bid the din of battle cease ! Folded be the wings of fire ! Let your courage conquer peace, — Every gentle heart's desire. Let the crimson flood retreat! Blended in the arc of love. Let the flags of nations meet; Bind the raven, loose the dove; At the altar that we raise King and Kaiser may bow down; Warrior-knights above their bays Wear the sacred olive crown. Blinding passion is subdued, Men discern their common birth, God hath made of kindred blood All the peoples of the earth. High and holy are the gifts He has lavished on the race, — 140 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Hope that quickens, prayer that lifts, Honor's meed, and beauty's grace. As in Heaven's bright face we look Let our kindling souls expand; Let us pledge, on nature's book, Heart to heart and hand to hand. For the glory that we saw In the battle-flag unfurled, Let us read Christ's better law: Fellowship for all the world I PEACE SONG John Ruskin Awake! awake! the stars are pale, the east is russet gray; They fade, behold the phantoms fade, that kept the gates of Day ; Throw wide the burning valves, and let the golden streets be free, The morning watcli is past — the watch of evening shall not be. Put off, put off your mail, ye kings, and beat your brands to dust: A surer grasp your hands must know, your hearts a better trust; PEACE AND GOOD WILL 141 Nay, bend aback the laiice's point, and break the helmet bar, — A noise is on the morning winds, but not the noise of war! Among the grassy mountain paths the glittering troops increase : They come ! they come ! — how fair their feet — they come that publish peace ! Yea, Victory ! fair Victory ! our enemies' and ours, And all the clouds are clasped in light, and all the earth with flowers. Ah ! still depressed and dim with dew, but yet a little while. And radiant with the deathless rose the wilderness shall smile. And every tender living thing shall feed by streams of rest, Nor lamb shall from the fold be lost, nor nursling from the nest. For aye, the time of wrath is past, and near the time of rest. And honor binds the brow of man, and faithfulness his breast, — Behold, the time of wrath is past, and righteousness shall be, And the Wolf is dead in Arcady, and the Dragon in the sea! 142 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM AT GIBRALTAR George Edward Woodberry England, I stand on thy imperial ground, Not all a stranger ; as thy bugles blow, I feel within my blood old battles flow — The blood whose ancient founts in thee are found. Still surging dark against the Christian bound Wide Islam presses; well its peoples know Thy heights that watch them wandering below; I think how Lucknow heard their gathering sound. I turn, and meet the cruel, turbaned face. England, 'tis sweet to be so nuich thy son! I feel the conqueror in my blood and race; Last night Trafalgar awed me, and to-day Gibraltar wakened ; hark, thy evening gun Startles the desert over Africa! II Thou art the rock of empire, set mid-seas Between the East and West, that God has built; Advance thy Roman borders where thou wilt, While run thy armies true with His decrees; Law, justice, liberty — great gifts are these; Watch that they spread wheio English blood is spilt. Lest, mixed and sullied with his country's guilt. The soldier's life-stream flow, and Heaven displease ! Two swords there are: one naked, apt to smite. PEACE AND GOOD WILL 143 Thy blade of war, and, battle-storied, one Rejoices in the slieath, and hides from light. American I am, would wars were done! Now westward, look, my country bids good-night — Peace to the world from ports without a gun ! THE DAWN OF PEACE Alfred Noyes Yes — " on our brows we feel the breath Of dawn," though in the night we wait! An arrow is in the heart of Death, A God is at the doors of Fate ! The spirit that moved upon the Deep Is moving through the minds of men: The nations feel it in their sleep, A change has touched their dreams again. Voices, confused, and faint, arise. Troubling their hearts from East and West. A doubtful light is in their skies, A gleam that will not let them rest: - The dawn, the dawn is on the wing, The stir of change on every side, Unsignalled as the approach of Spring, Invincible as the hawthorn-tide. Have ye not heard it, far and nigh. The voice of France across the dark, And all the Atlantic with one cry Beating the shores of Europe? — hark! 144 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Then — if ye will — uplift your word Of cynic wisdom! Once again Tell us He came to bring a sword, Tell us He lived and died in vain. Say that we dream ! Our dreams have woven Truths that out-face the burning sun: The lightnings, that we dreamed, have cloven Time, space, and linked all lands in one ! Dreams! But their swift celestial fingers Have knit the world with threads of steel, Till no remotest island lingers Beyond the world's one Commonweal. Tell us that custom, sloth, and fear Are strong, then name them "common-sense"! Tell us that greed rules everywhere, Then dub the lie " experience " : Year after year, age after age, Has handed down, thro' fool and child, For earth's divinest heritage The dreams whereon old wisdom smiled. Dreams are they? But ye cannot stay them, Or thrust the dawn back for one hour! Truth, Love, and Justice, if ye slay them, Return with more than earthly power: Strive, if ye will, to seal the fountains That send the Spring thro' leaf and spray: Drive back the sun from the Eastern mountains, Then — bid this mightier movement stay. PEACE AND GOOD WILL 145 It is the Dawn of Peace ! The nations From East to West have heard a cry, — " Though all earth's blood-red generations By hate and slaughter climbed thus high, Here — on this height — still to aspire, One only path remains untrod, One path of love and peace climbs higher! Make straight that highway for our God! " ARMAGEDDON A War Song of the Future Sir Edwin Arnold Marching down to Armageddon — ■ Brothers, stout and strong! Let us cheer the way we tread on With a soldier's song! Faint we by the weary road, Or fall we in the rout. Dirge or Paean, Death or Triumph ! — Let the song ring out ! We are they who scorn the scorners — Love the lovers — hate None within the world's four comers - All must share one fate ; We are they whose common banner Bears no badge nor sign, Save the Light which dyes it white ■— The Hope that makes it shine. 14G PEACE AND PATRIOTISM We are they whose bugle rings, That all the wars may cease; We are they will pay the Kings Their cruel price for Peace; We are they whose steadfast watchword Is what Christ did teach, — " Each man for his Brotlicr first — And Heaven, then, for each." We are they who will not falter — Many swords or few — Till we make this Earth the altar Of a worship new; We are they who will not take From palace, priest, or code, A meajicr law than " Brotherhood " — A lower Lord than God. Marching down to Armageddon - Brothers, stout and strong! Ask not why the way we tread on Is so rough and long! God will tell us when our spirits Grow to grasp His plan ! Let us do our part to-day — And help Him, helphig Man ! Shall we even curse the madness, Which for " ends of State " PEACE AND GOOD WILL 147 Dooms us to the long, long sadness Of this human hate? Let us slay in perfect pity Those that must not live; Vancjuish, and forgive our foes — ' Or fall — and still forgive ! We are those whose unpaid legions, In free ranks arrayed, Massacred in many r(5gions — Never oncn; w(!re stayed ; We are they whose; torn battalions, Trained to l)](>,ed, not fly, Make our agonies a triumph, — Conquer, while we die! Therefore, down to Armageddon — Brothers, bold and strong; Cheer the glorious way we tread on With this soldier's song! Let the armies of the old flags March in silent dread! Death and Life are one to us, Who fight for Quick and Dead I 148 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM MIDNIGHT — THE 31st OF DECEMBER 1900 Extracts Stephen Phillips Lo! now on the midnight the soul of the century- passing, And on midnight the voice of the Lord! " In the years that shall be I will bind me nation to nation And shore unto shore," saith our God. " For this cause I will make of your warfare a terrible thing, A thing impossible, vain ; For a man shall set his hand to a handle and wither Invisible armies and fleets, And a lonely man with a breath shall exterminate armies, With a whisper annihilate fleets; And the captain shall sit in his chamber and level a city, The far-off capital city. Then the Tsar that dreameth in snow and broodeth in winter. That foiled dreamer in frost. And the Teuton Emperor then, and the Gaul and the Briton Shall cease from impossible war, PEACE AND GOOD WILL 149 Discarding their glittering legions, armadas of iron, As children toys that are old. As a man hath been brought, I will bring unto judg- ment a nation ; Nor shall numbers be pleaded for sin. And that people to whom I gave in commission the ocean To use my waters for right, Let them look to the inward things, to the searching of spirit, And cease from boasting and noise. Then nation shall cleave unto nation, and Babel shall fall: They shall speak in a common tongue, And the soul of the Gaul shall leap to the soul of the Briton Through all disguises and shows; And soul shall speak unto soul — I weary of tongues, I weary of babble and strife. Lo ! I am the bonder and knitter together of spirits, I dispense with nations and shores. " Lo ! I am the burster of bonds and the breaker of bar- riers — I am He that shall free," saith the Lord. " For the lingering battle, the contest of ages is ending. And victory followeth Me." 150 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM THE GLORIOUS FOURTH Julia Ward Howe Unfurl the flag, ye veterans all, Respond to the familiar call ! Let Drum and Fife awakened be For Freedom's glorious Reveille! The gathering crowds with haste obey The joyful summons of the day. The cannon's rhythmic boom resounds, The snapping fire toy goes its rounds. Above the noise, above the sport, Shall Justice hold her sober court: " You, people whom this day set free, What shall you do for liberty? " Our friendly harbors open stand, To hail the ships of every land. The fainting exile at our door Finds cheer and welcome evermore. With the great boon that we have gained A holy promise is enchained. Not for ourselves alone we fought, But for a wide deliverance wrought. Freedom is in the dauntless heart, The will t' enact a noble part. The faith that reads with reverent eyes A message writ beyond the skies. PEACE AND GOOD WILL 151 While yet on earth one Tyrant wields The scourge that strips the fertile fields, While one his iron rule doth fling O'er men who call their conscience King, While Right from armed Might must flee, We are not free, we are not free. Where sets the Autocrat his seal, And starving hinds his prowess feel, Where bleeds the Christian for his cross, There do we suffer pain and loss. As in one temple let us kneel To pray for every nation's weal; Then speed the messengers of peace To cry : " The reign of blood must cease." THE PRAYER FOR PEACE Alfred Notes " Unless public opinion can rise to the height of dis- cussing the substitution of law for force as a great world-movement, the American arbitration proposals cannot be carried out." Sir Edward Grey. Dare we — though our hope deferred Left us faithless long ago — Dare we let our hearts be stirred. Lift them to the light and know, Cast away our cynic shields, 152 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Break the sword that Mockery wields, Know that Truth indeed prevails, And that Justice holds the scales? Britain, kneel! Kneel, Imperial Commonweal! Dare we know that this great hour. Dawning on thy long renown, Marks the purpose of thy power. Crowns thee with a mightier crown, Know that to this purpose climb All the blood-red wars of Time? If indeed thou hast a goal Beaconing to thy warrior soul, Britain, kneel! Kneel, Imperial Commonweal! Dare we know what every age Writes with an unerring hand. Read the midnight's moving page, Read the stars and understand, — Out of Chaos ye shall draw Linked harmonies of Law, Till around the Eternal Sun All your peoples move in one? Britain, kneel! Kneel, Imperial Commonweal! Dare we know that wearied eyes Dimmed with dust of every day Can, once more, desire the skies And the glorious upward way? PEACE AND GOOD WILL 153 Dare we, if the Truth should still Vex with doubt our alien will, Take it to our Maker's throne, Let him speak with us alone? Britain, kneel! Kneel, Imperial Commonweal! Dare we cast our pride away? Dare we tread where Lincoln trod? All the Future, by this day, Waits to judge us and our God! Set the struggling peoples free! Crown with Law their Liberty! Proud with an iminortal pride, Kneel we at our Sister's side! Britain, kneel! Kneel, Imperial Commonweal! SONNETS WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914 George Edward Woodberry I pray for peace ; yet peace is but a prayer. How many wars have been in my brief years! All races and all faiths, both hemispheres, My eyes have seen embattled everywhere The wide earth through ; yet do I not despair Of peace, that slowly through far ages nears, Though not to me the golden morn appears; My faith is perfect in time's issue fair. 154 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM For man doth build on an eternal scale, And his ideals are framed of hope deferred ; The millennium came not; yet Christ did not fail, Though ever unaccomplished is His word ; Him Prince of Peace, though unenthroned, we hail, Supreme when in all bosoms He be heard. This is my faith, and my mind's heritage. Wherein I toil, though in a lonely place. Who yet world-wide survey the human race Unequal from wild nature disengage Body and soul, and life's old strife assuage ; Still must abide, till heaven perfect its grace. And love grown wisdom sweeten in man's face, Alike the Christian and the heathen rage. The tutelary genius of mankind Ripens by slow degrees the final State, That in the soul shall its foundations find And only in victorious love grow great ; Patient the heart must be, humble the mind. That doth the greater births of time await! Whence not unmoved I see the nations form From Dover to the fountains of the Rhine, A hundred leagues, the scarlet battle-line, And by the Vistula great armies swarm, A vaster flood ; rather my breast grows warm. Seeing all peoples of the earth combine Under one standard, with one countersign, Grown brothers in the universal storm. PEACE AND GOOD WILL 156 And never through the wide world yet there rang A mightier summons! O Thou who from the side Of Athens and the loins of Cajsar sprang, Strike, Europe, with half the coming world allied For those ideals for which, since Homer sang, The hosts of thirty centuries have died. THE PEACE-PIPE Henry Wadsworth Longfellow On the mountains of the Prairie, On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry, Gitche Manito, the mighty. He, the Master of Life, descending. On the red crags of the quarry Stood erect, and called the nations, Called the tribes of men together. From his footprints flowed a river. Leaped into the light of morning, O'er the precipice plunging downward Gleamed like Ishkoodah, the comet. And the Spirit, stooping earthward, With his finger on the meadow Traced a winding pathway for it. Saying to it, " Run in this way! " From the red stone of the quarry With his hand he broke a fragment. Moulded it into a pipe-head, Shaped and fashioned it with figures; 156 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM From the margin of the river Took a long reed for a pipe-stem, With its dark green leaves upon it; Filled the pipe with bark of willow, With the bark of the red willow ; Breathed upon the neighboring forest, Made its great boughs chafe together, Till in flame they burst and kindled ; And erect upon the mountains, Gitche Manito, the mighty, Smoked the calumet, the Peace-Pipe, As a signal to the nations. And the smoke rose slowly, slowly, Through the tranquil air of morning. First a single line of darkness, Then a denser, bluer vapor, Then a snow-white cloud unfolding. Like the tree-tops of the forest, Ever rising, rising, rising, Till it touched the top of heaven. Till it broke against the heaven. And rolled outward all around it. From the Vale of Tawasentha, From the Valley of Wyoming, From the groves of Tuscaloosa, From the far-off Rocky Mountains, From the Northern lakes and rivers All the tribes beheld the signal, Saw the distant smoke ascending, The Pukwana of the Peace-Pipe. And the prophets of the nations PEACE AND GOOD WILL 157 Said: "Behold it, the Pukwana! By this signal from afar off, Bending like a wand of willow Waving like a hand that beckons, Gitche Manito, the mighty. Calls the tribes of men together, Calls the warriors to his council! " Down the rivers, o'er the prairies, Came the warriors of the nations, Came the Delawares and Mohawks, Came the Choctaws and Camanches, Came the Shoshonies and Blackfeet, Came the Pawnees and Omahas, Came the Mandans and Dacotahs, Came the Hurons and Ojibways, All the warriors drawn together By the signal of the Peace-Pipe, To the mountains of the Prairie, To the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry, And they stood there on the meadow, With their weapons and their war-gear, Painted like the leaves of Autumn, Painted like the sky of morning, Wildly glaring at each other; In their faces stem defiance, In their hearts the feuds of ages, The hereditary hatred. The ancestral thirst of vengeance. Gitche Manito, the mighty. The creator of the nations. Looked upon them with compassion, 168 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM With paternal love and pity; Looked upon their wrath and wrangling But as quarrels among children, But as feuds and fights of children! Over them he stretched his right hand, To subdue their stubborn natures, To allay their thirst and fever. By the shadow of his right hand; Spake to them with voice majestic As the sound of far-off waters, Falling into deep abysses. Warning, chiding, spake in this wise: — " my children ! my poor children! Listen to the words of wisdom, Listen to the words of warning, From the lips of the Great Spirit, From the Master of Life, who made you! " I have given you lands to hunt in, I have given you streams to fish in, I have given you bear and bison, I have given you roe and reindeer, I have given you brant and beaver. Filled the marshes full of wild-fowl, Filled the rivers full of fishes ; Why then are you not contented? Why then will you hunt each other? " I am weary of your quarrels, Weary of your wars and bloodshed. Weary of your prayers for vengeance, Of your wranglings and dissensions; All your strength is in your union, PEACE AND GOOD WILL 159 All your danger is in discord ; Therefore be at peace henceforward, And as brothers live together. " I will send a Prophet to you, A Deliverer of the nations. Who shall guide you and shall teach you, Who shall toil and suffer with you. If you listen to his counsels, You will multiply and prosper ; If his warnings pass unheeded, You will fade away and perish ! '' Bathe now in the stream before you, Wash the war-paint from your faces, Wash the blood-stains from your fingers. Bury your war-clubs and your weapons, Break the red stone from this quarry. Mould and make it into Peace-Pipes, Take the reeds that grow beside you, Deck them with your brightest feathers, Smoke the calumet together. And as brothers live henceforward! " Then upon the ground the warriors Threw their cloaks and shirts of deer-skin, Threw their weapons and their war-gear, Leaped into the rushing river. Washed the war-paint from their faces. Clear above them flowed the water, Clear and limpid from the footprints Of the Master of Life descending; Dark below them flowed the water. Soiled and stained with streaks of crimson, 160 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM As if blood were mingled with it ! From the river came the warriors, Clean and washed from all their war-paint ; On the banks their clubs they buried, Buried all their warlike weapons. Gitche Manito, the mighty, The great spirit, the creator, Smiled upon his helpless children! And in silence all the warriors Broke the red stone of the quarry, Smoothed and formed it into Peace-Pipes, Broke the long reeds by the river, Decked them with their brightest feathers, And departed each one homeward. While the Master of Life, ascending. Through the opening of cloud-curtains. Through the doorways of the heaven, Vanished from before their faces. In the smoke that rolled around him. The Pukwana of the Peace-Pipe! TUBAL CAIN Charles Mackay Old Tubal Cain was a man of might In the days when earth was young ; By the fierce red light of his furnace bright. The strokes of his hammer rung: And he lifted high his brawny hand On the iron glowing clear, PEACE AND GOOD WILL 161 Till the sparks rushed out in scarlet showers, As he fashioned the sword and the spear. And he sang : " Hurrah for my handiwork ! Hurrah for the spear and the sword! Hurrah for the hand that shall wield them well, For he shall be king and lord." To Tubal Cain came many a one, As he wrought by his roaring fire, And each one prayed for a strong steel blade As the crown of his desire : And he made them weapons sharp and strong, Till they shouted loud for glee, And gave him gifts of pearl and gold. And spoils of the forest free. And they sang: " Hurrah for Tubal Cain, Who hath given us strength anew ! Hurrah for the smith, hurrah for the fire, And hurrah for the metal true! " But a sudden change came o'er his heart, Ere the setting of the sun. And Tubal Cain was filled with pain For the evil he had done ; He saw that men, with rage and hate. Made war upon their kind. That the land was red with the blood they shed, In their lust for carnage blind. And he said : " Alas ! that ever I made, Or that sldll of mine should plan. 162 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM The spear and the sword for men whose joy Is to slay their fellow-man! " And for many a day old Tubal Cain Sat brooding o'er his woe ; And his hand forbore to smite the ore, And his furnace smouldered low. But he rose at last with a cheerful face, And a bright courageous eye, And bared his strong right arm for work, While the quick flames mounted high. And lie sang: " Hurrah for my handiwork! " And tlie red sparks lit the air; " Not alone for the blade was the bright steel made," And he fashioned the first ploughshare. And men, taught wisdom from the past, In friendship joined their hands, Hung the sword in the hall, the spear on the wall, And ploughed the willing lands: And sang: " Hurrah for Tubal Cain! Our stanch good friend is he; And for the ploughshare and the plough To him our praise shall be. But while oppression lifts its head. Or a tyrant would be lord, Though we may thank him for the plough, We'll not forget the sword! " PEACE AND GOOD WILL 163 THE TRUMPETS OF DOOLKARNEIN Leigh Hunt With awful walls, far glooming, that possessed The passes 'twixt the snow-fed Caspian fountains, Doolkarnein, the dread lord of East and West, Shut up the northern nations in their mountains ; And upon platforms where the oak-trees grew, Trumpets he set, huge beyond dreams of wonder, Craftily purposed, when his arms withdrew, To make him thought still housed there, like the thunder: And it so fell ; for when the winds blew right. They woke their trumpets to their calls of might. Unseen, but heard, their calls the trumpets blew, Ringing the granite rocks, tlieir only bearers, Till the long fear into religion grew, And nevermore those heights had human darers. Dreadful Doolkarnein was an earthly god ; His walls but shadowed forth his mightier frowning; Armies of giants at his bidding trod From realm to realm, king after king discrowning. When thunder spoke, or when the earthquake stirred. Then, muttering in accord, his host was heard. But when the winters marred the mountain shelves. And softer changes came with vernal mornings. Something had touched the trumpets' lofty selves, And less and less rang forth their sovereign warnings; 164 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Fewer and feebler ; as when silence spreads In plague-struck tents, where haughty chiefs, left dying, Fail by degrees upon their angry beds, Till, one by one, ceases the last stern sighing. One by one, thus, their breath the trumpets drew, Till now no more the imperious music blew. Is he then dead? Can great Doolkarnein die? Or can his endless hosts elsewhere be needed? Were the great breaths that blew his minstrelsy Phantoms, that faded as himself receded? Or is he angered? Surely he still comes; This silence ushers the dread visitation ; Sudden will burst the torrent of his drums. And then will follow bloody desolation. So did fear dream; though now, with not a sound To scare good hope, summer had twice crept round. Then gathered in a band, with lifted eyes. The neighbors, and those silent heights ascended. Giant, nor aught blasting their bold emprise. They met, though twice they halted, breath sus- pended ; Once, at a coming like a god's in rage With thunderous leaps — but 'twas the piled snow, falling ; — And once, when in the woods, an oak, for age, Fell dead, the silence with its groan appalling. At last they came where still, in dread array. As though they still might speak, the trumpets lay. PEACE AND GOOD WILL 166 Unhurt they lay, like caverns above ground, The rifted rocks, for hands, about them clinging, Their tubes as straight, their mighty mouths as round And firm, as when the rocks were first set ringing. Fresh from their unimaginable mould They might have seemed, save that the storms had stained them With a rich rust, that now, with gloomy gold In the bright sunshine, beauteously engrained them. Breathless the gazers looked, nigh faint for awe. Then leaped, then laughed. What was it now they saw? Myriads of birds. Myriads of birds, that filled The trumpets all with nests and nestling voices! The great, huge, stormy music had been stilled By the soft needs that nursed those small, sweet noises ! O thou Doolkarnein, where is now thy wall? Where now thy voice divine and all thy forces? Great was thy cunning, but its wit was small Compared with nature's least and gentlest courses. Fears and false creeds may fright the realms awhile; But Heaven and Earth abide their time, and smile. THE TREATY ELM Thomas Buchanan Read Ere to the honored patriot's mansion yonder These charmed and emblematic relics ^ pass, ^ A piece of Penn's " Treaty Elm." with some other relics, was presented to President Lincoln and this poem was written to accom- pany them. 166 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Upon the sacred fragments let me ponder, While Fancy, to the admiring eye of Wonder, Withdraws the veil, as in a magian's glass. I see the " Treaty Elm," and hear the rustle Of autumn leaves, where come the dusky troops, In painted robes and plumes, to crowd and jostle, — A savage scene, save that the peace-apostle Stands central, and controls the untamed groups. These are the boughs the forest eagle lit on. Long ere he perched upon our nation's banner; Beneath their shade I see the gentle Briton, And hear the contract, binding, though unwritten, And worded in the plain old scriptural manner. Across the Delaware the sound comes faintly, ' And fainter still across the tide of Time, Though history yet repeats the language quaintly That from lips of Penn, the calm and saintly, Speaking of love, the only true sublime. This is his mission, and his sole vocation; To hear of this, the savage round him presses; How sweetly falls the beautiful oration Which bids them hear the marvelous revelation Of Christian peace through all their wildernesses! Not to defraud them of their broad possessions He comes, or to control their eagle pinions. But to pledge friendship and its sweet relations, Truth and forbearance, gentleness and patience, To all the people of their wild dominions. PEACE AND GOOD WILL 167 " We meet," he said, " upon the open highway Of broad good will, and honest faith and duty; Let love fraternal brighten every by-way, And peace inviolate be thy way as my way. Till all the forest blossoms with new beauty." So spake their friend, and they revered his teaching; They said, " We will be true to thee and thine." And through long seasons toward their future reaching No act was shown their plighted faith impeaching — Marring the compact, loving and divine. thou, like noble Penn, who truth adorest, A priest at her great shrine in Freedom's temple, While o'er this gift in thoughtful mood thou porest, Point to the faithful children of the forest, And bid the nations learn from their example. THE CHRIST OF THE ANDES Nevin 0. Winter [On the summit of the mountains and about thir- teen thousand feet above sea-level] stands the famous statue known as the Christ of the Andes. This statue was erected in 1904 as a symbol of perpetual peace between the two neighboring nations. It was cast in bronze from the cannon of the two nations, which had been purchased through fear of impending war. Its location is on the new international boundary line that has just been established by arbitration. Near it is a sign with the words " Chile " on one side, and " Argen- tina " on the other side. 168 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM The figure of Christ is twenty-six feet in height. In one hand it holds the emblem of the cross, while the other is extended in a blessing, and as if uttering the one magic word " Peace." On one side is a tablet with the inscription : " Sooner shall these mountains crumble into dust than the people of Argentina and Chile break the peace to which they have pledged themselves at the feet of Christ the Redeemer." On another side ia the inscription : — " He is our Peace Who hath made both One." THE VISION OF PEACE Extract from Onward Nathan Haskell Dole 0, beautiful Vision of Peace, Beam bright in the eyes of Man! The host of the meek shall increase, The Prophets are leading the van. Have courage : we see the Morn ! Never Fear, tho' the Now be dark! Out of Night the Day is born ; The Fire shall live from the spark. It may take a thousand years Ere the Era of Peace hold sway, Look back and the Progress cheers And a thousand years are a day ! The Christ of the Anuks. PEACE AND GOOD WILL 169 The World grows — yet not by chance; It follows some marvelous plan; The' slow to our wish the advance, God rules the training of Man. A VLSTA John Addinoton Symonds Sad heart, wluit will the future bring To happier men when we are gone? What golden days shall dawn for tlicm, Transcending all we gaze upon? Will our long strife be laid at rest, The warfare of our blind (l(»sires Be merged in a iKMpciual |)ea(!e, And love illume but harndess fires? Shall faith released from forms that chain And freeze the spirit while we pray, Expect with calm and ardent (\yes The morning of death's brighter day? These thnigs shall be! A loftiei- race Than e'er the world hath known shall rise, With flame of freedom in their souls And light of science hi their eyes. 170 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM They shall be gentle, brave, and strong, To spill no drop of blood, but dare All that may plant man's lordship firm On earth and fire and sea and air. Nation with nation, land with land, Unarmed shall live, as comrades free; In every heart and brain shall throb The pulse of one fraternity. They shall be simple in their homes, And splendid in their public ways. Filling the mansions of the state With music and with hymns of praise. In aisles majestic, halls of pride, Groves, gardens, baths, and galleries, Manhood and youth and age shall meet To grow by converse inly wise. Woman shall be man's mate and peer In all things strong and fair and good, Still wearing on her brows the crown Of sinless sacred motherhood. High friendship, hitherto unknown, Or by great poets half divined. Shall burn, a steadfast star, within The cahn clear ether of the mind. PEACE AND GOOD WILL 171 Man shall love man with heart as pure And fervent as the young-eyed joys Who chant their heavenly songs before God's face with undiscordant noise. New arts shall bloom, of loftier mould, And mightier music thrill the skies; And every life shall be a song, When all the earth is paradise. There shall be no more sin, no shame, Though pain and passion may not die; For man shall be at one with God In bonds of firm necessity. These things — they are no dream — shall be For happier men when we are gone: Those golden days for them shall dawn, Transcending aught we gaze upon. PEACE ON EARTH Samuel Longfellow Peace, peace on earth ! the heart of man for ever Through all these weary strifes foretells the day; Blessed be God, the hope forsakes him never. That war shall end and swords be sheathed for aye. Peace, peace on earth! for men shall love each other, Hosts shall go forth to bless and not destroy; For man shall see in every man a brother, And peace on earth fulfil the angels' joy. 172 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM THE ANGELS' SONG Edmund Hamilton Sears It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold ; " Peace on the earth, good-will to men, From Heaven's all-gracious King! " The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing. Still through the cloven skies they come, With peaceful wings unfurled ; And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world; Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hovering wing, And ever o'er its Babel-sounds The blessed angels sing. Yet with the woes of sin and strife, The world has suffered long; Beneath the angel-strain have rolled Two thousand years of wrong; And man, at war with man, hears not The love-song which they bring: 0, hush the noise, ye men of strife, And hear the angels sing! PEACE AND GOOD WILL 173 And yc, beneath life's crushing load, Whose forms are bending low; Who toil along the climbing way, With painful steps and slow,— Look now! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing; O, rest beside the weary road, And hear the angels sing. For lo! the days are hastening on, By prophet-bards foretold, When with the ever-circling years Comes round the age of gold; When Peace shall over all the earth Its ancient splendors fling, And the whole world send back the song Which now the angels sing. INTERNATIONAL ODE Sung by school children to the air of " God Save the Queen," at the visit of the Prince of Wales to Boston, October 18, 1S60 Oliver Wendell Holmes God bless our Fathers' Land! Keep her in heart and hand One with our own ! From all her foes defend, Be her brave people's Friend, On all her realms descend. Protect her Throne! 174 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Father, with loving care Guard Thou her kingdom's heir, Guide all his ways: Thine arm his shelter be, From him by land and sea Bid storm and danger flee, Prolong his days! Lord, let War's tempest cease, Fold the whole Earth in peace Under thy wings! Make all thy nations one, All hearts beneath the sun. Till Thou shalt reign alone, Great King of kings ! CENTENNIAL HYMN John Greenleaf Whittier Our fathers' God! from out whose hand The centuries fall like grains of sand, We meet to-day, united, free, And loyal to our land and Thee, To thank Thee for the era done. And trust Thee for the opening one. Here, where of old by Thy design, The fathers spake that word of Thine Whose echo is the glad refrain PEACE AND GOOD WILL 175 Of rended bolt and falling chain, To grace our festal time, from all The zones of earth our guests we call. Be with us while the New World greets The Old World thronging all its streets, Unveiling all the triumphs won By art or toil beneath the sun ; And unto common good ordain This rivalship of hand and brain. Thou, who hast here in concord furled The war flags of a gathered world, Beneath our Western skies fulfil The Orient's mission of good-will. And, freighted with love's Golden Fleece, Send back its Argonauts of peace. For art and labor met in truce, For beauty made the bride of use, We thank Thee; but, withal, we crave The austere virtues strong to save, The honor proof to place or gold, The manhood never bought nor sold ! Oh make Thou us, through centuries long, In peace secure, in justice strong; Around our gift of freedom draw The safeguards of thy righteous law: And, cast in some diviner mould. Let the new cycle shame the old! 176 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM A HYMN OF PEACE Sung at the " Jubilee," June 15, 1S69, to the music of Keller's "American Hymn" Oliver Wendell Holmes Angel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long! Spread thy white wings to the sunshine of love! Come while our voices are blended in song, — Fly to our ark like the storm-beaten dove! Fly to our ark on the wings of the dove, — Speed o'er the far-sounding billows of song, Crowned with thine olive-leaf garland of love, — Angel of Peace, thou hast waited too long! Joyous we meet, on this altar of thine Mingling the gifts we have gathered for thee. Sweet with the odors of myrtle and pine, Breeze of the prairie and breath of the sea, — Meadow and mountain and forest and sea! Sweet is the fragrance of myrtle and pine, Sweeter the incense we offer to thee. Brothers, once more round this altar of thine! Angels of Bethlehem, answer the strain ! Hark! a new birth-song is filling the sky! — Loud as the storm-wind that tumbles the main Bid the full breath of the organ reply, — Let the loud tempest of voices reply, — Roll its long surge like the earth-shaking main! Swell the vast song till it mounts to the sky ! — Angels of Bethlehem, echo the strain ! PEACE AND GOOD WILL 177 FESTIVAL HYMN Dudley Buck PEACE ! on thine upsoaring pinion, Thro' the world thine onward flight taking, Teach the nations, their turmoil forsaking, To seek thine eternal dominion. From the Infinite Father descending, O come with thine influence tender; And show us how duly to render To Him our glad praise never ending. Music ! thy source, too, is holy, Thro' thy pow'r ev'ry heart now uniting, With thy magic each true soul delighting. Blessed bond 'twixt the high and the lowly, Thro' thee the great Father adoring, Thy language is known to each nation. Thro' thee the vast Hymn of Creation, From tongues without number outpouring. Music! Peace! Happy blending of voices and hearts, Of voices and hearts in sweet lays: In this union, to God's holy praise. Ever thus your pure influence lending. Jehovah! thou Sov'reign of nations! Sweet Peace to our land Thou hast granted; Be Thy praises eternally chanted, In Music forevermore! 178 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Jehovah ! thou Sov'reign of nations ! Sweet Peace to our land Thou hast granted; Be Thy praises eternally chanted, In Music forevermore, Aye! forevermore, aye, forevermore, In Music forevermore. Amen! Amen! Amen! Amen! HEAR, YE NATIONS Written for the Second National Peace Congress Chicago, May, 1909 Frederick L. Hosmer Hear, hear, ye Nations, and hearing obey The cry from the past and the call of to-day! Earth wearies and wastes with her fresh life outpoured, The glut of the cannon, the spoil of the sword. Lo, dawns the new era, transcending the old, The poet's rapt vision, by prophet foretold! From war's grim tradition it maketh appeal, To service of all in a world's commonweal. Home, altar and school, the mill and the mart, The workers afield, in science, in art. Peace-circled and sheltered, shall join to create The manifold life of the firm-builded State. PEACE AND GOOD WILL 179 Then, then shall the empire of right over wrong, Be shield to the weak and a curb to the strong; Then justice prevail and, the battle flags furled, The High Court of Nations give law to the world. And thou, my Country, from many made one, Last-born of the nations, at morning thy sun. Arise to the place thou art given to fill, And lead the world-triumph of peace and good-will. OUR COUNTRY Frederick L. Hosmer " BEAUTIFUL, my Country ! " Be thine a nobler care. Than all thy wealth of commerce, Thy harvests waving fair: Be it thy pride to lift up The manhood of the poor; Be thou to the oppressed Fair Freedom's open door! For thee our fathers suffered, For thee they toiled and prayed; Upon thy holy altar Their willing lives they laid. Thou hast no common birthright. Grand memories on thee shine; The blood of pilgrim nations Commingled, flows in thine. 180 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Beautiful, our Country! Round thee in love we draw: Thine is the grace of Freedom, The majesty of Law. Be Righteousness thy sceptre, Justice thy diadem; And on thy shining forehead Be Peace the crowning gem! GOD, THE ALI^TERRIBLE H. F. Chorley God, the All- terrible ! King, who ordainest Great winds Thy clarions, the lightnings Thy sword ; Show forth Thy pity on high where Thou reignest ; Give to us peace in our time, Lord. God, the All-merciful! earth hath forsaken Thy ways of blessedness, slighted Thy word ; Bid not Thy wrath in its terrors awaken ; Give to us peace in our time, Lord. God, the All-righteous One ! man hath defied Thee : Yet to eternity standeth Thy word ; Falsehood and wrong shall not tarry beside Thee: Give to us peace in our time, Lord. God, the All-pitiful ! is it not crying — Blood of the guiltless, like water outpoured? Look on the anguish, the sorrow, the sighing; Give to us peace in our time, Lord. PEACE AND GOOD WILL 181 God, the All-wise! by the fire of Thy chastening, Earth shall to freedom and truth be restored; Through the thick darkness Thy kingdom is hastening, Thou wilt give peace in Thy time, Lord. FOR THE GIFTS OF THE SPIRIT Edward Rowland Sill Send down thy truth, God! Too long the shadows frown ; Too long the darkened way we've trod: Thy truth, Lord, send down! Send down thy Spirit free, Till wilderness and town One temple for thy worship be : Thy Spirit, oh, send down! Send down thy love, thy life. Our lesser lives to crown, And cleanse them of their hate and strife: Thy living love send down ! Send down thy peace, Lord ! Earth's bitter voices drown In one deep ocean of accord : Thy peace, God, send down ! 182 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM THE PATRIOT HYMN From The Building of the Organ Nathan Haskell Dole Oh, Country, fair and grand, Our glorious Fatherland, Superb, star-crowned — By Freedom's breezes fanned, Firm in thy mountain band. That guard on every hand Thy sacred ground! Thy children come to-day A wreath of love to lay Before thy feet. In festival array, With jocund hearts and gay, Our homage pure we pay; With song we meet! In War's hard Wilderness, With bitter storm and stress. We've tarried long. Now Peace thy sons shall bless! Freedom and Righteousness Shall make them strong! Strong in the cause of Right To aid the weak with might Born of the Truth; PEACE AND GOOD WILL 183 Strong as the hosts of Light Arrayed against the Night, To put all wrong to flight With zeal of Youth! We are thy Sword and Shield! To thee our all we yield At thy command. But when War's wounds are healed, In workshop and in field, Our love is best revealed, Dear Native Land! AMERICA TO GREAT BRITAIN Washington Allston All hail ! thou noble land, Our Fathers' native soil! Oh, stretch thy mighty hand, Gigantic grown by toil, O'er the vast Atlantic wave to our shore! For thou with magic might Canst reach to where the light Of Phoebus travels bright The world o'er ! The Genius of our clime. From his pine-embattled steep. Shall hail the guest sublime ; While the Tritons of the deep 184 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM With their conchs the kindred league shall proclaim. Then let the world combine — O'er the main our naval line Like tlie milky-way shall shine Bright in fame! Though ages long have past Sin(H^ our Fathers left their home, Their pilot in the blast, O'er untraveled seas to roam, Yet lives the blood of England in our veins! And shall we not proclaim That blood of honest fame Which no tyranny can tame By its chains? While the language free and bold Which the bard of Avon sung, In which our Milton told How the vault of heaven rung When Satan, blasted, fell with his host; — While this, with reverence meet, Ten thousand echoes greet. From rock to rock repeat Round our coast; — While the manners, while the arts, That mould a nation's soul, Still cling around our hearts, — Between let Ocean roll, PEACE AND GOOD WILL 185 Our joint communion breaking with the Sun: Yet still from either beach The voice of blood shall reach, More audible than speech, " We are One." AMERICA Sydney Dobell Nor force nor fraud shall sunder us! Oh ye Who north or south, on cast or western land, Native to noble sounds, say truth for truth, Freedom for freedom, love for love, and God For God ; oh ye who in eternal youth Speak with a living and creative flood This universal English, and do stand Its breathing book ; live worthy of that grand Heroic utterance — parted, yet a whole, Far, yet unsevered — children brave and free Of the groat Mother-tongue, and ye shall be Lords of an empire wide as Shakespeare's soul. Sublime as Milton's immemorial theme, And rich as Chaucer's speech, and fair as Spenser's dream. TRIBUTE TO AMERICA Extract from The Revolt of Islam Percy Bysshe Shelley There is a people mighty in its youth, A land beyond the oceans of the west. 186 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Where, though with rudest rites, Freedom and Truth Are worshipt. From a glorious mother's breast. Who, since high Athens fell, among the rest Sate like the Queen of Nations, but in woe. By inbred monsters outraged and opprest. Turns to her chainless child for succor now. It draws the milk of Power hi Wisdom's fullest flow. That land is like an eagle, whose young gaze Feeds on the noontide beam, whose golden plume Floats moveless on the storm, and on the blaze Of sunrise gleams when Earth is wrapt in gloom ; An epitaph of glory for thy tomb Of murdered Europe may thy fame be made. Great People! As the sands shalt thou become; Thy growth is swift as morn when night must fade; The multitudinous Earth shall sleep beneath thy shade. Yes, in the desert, there is built a home For Freedom ! Genius is made strong to rear The monuments of man beneath the dome Of a new Heaven ; myriads assemble there Whom the proud lords of man, in rage or fear, Drive from their wasted homes. The boon I pray Is this — that Cythna shall be convoyed there, — Nay, start not at the name — America! PEACE AND GOOD WILL 187 PEACE HYMN FOR ENGLAND AND AMERICA George Huntington Two empires by the sea, Two nations great and free, One anthem raise. One race of ancient fame, One tongue, one faith, we claim: One God, whose glorious name We love and praise. What deeds our fathers wrought, What battles we have fought. Let fame record. Now, vengeful passion cease, Come, victories of peace; Nor hate nor pride's caprice Unsheathe the sword. Though deep the sea, and wide, 'Twixt realm and realm, its tide Binds strand and strand. So be the gulf between Gray coasts and islands green With bonds of peace serene And friendship spanned. Now, may the God above Guard the dear land we love, Both east and west. 188 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Let love more fervent glow As peaceful ages go, And strength yet stronger grow, Blessing and blest. ENGLAND AND AMERICA Charles Sangster Greatest twain among the nations, Bound alike by kindred ties — Ties that never should be sundered While your banners grace the skies - But united, stand and labor. Side by side, and hand in hand, Battling with the sword of Freedom For the peace of every land. Yours the one beloved language. Yours the same religious creed. Yours the glory and the power, Great as ever was the meed Of old Rome, or Greece, or Sparta, When their arms victoriously Proved their terrible puissance Over every land and sea. Let the son respect the sire. Let the father love the son, Both unitedly supporting All the glories they have won: PEACE AND GOOD WILL 189 Thus in concert nobly wrestling, They may work the world's release, And when having crushed its tyrants, Stand the sentinels of Peace — Stand the mighty twin Colossus' Giants of the latter days, Straightening for the coming kingdom All the steep and rugged ways, Down which many a lofty nation — Lofty on the scroll of fame — Has been swept to righteous judgment, Naught remaining but its name. What! allied to Merrie England, Have ye not a noble birth? Yours, America, her honors, Yours her every deed of worth. Plave ye not her Norman courage? Wear ye not her Saxon cast? Boast ye not her love of Freedom? Do ye not revere the past When her mighty men of genius — Chaucer, Shakespeare, Milton, Pope — Glorified that self-same language, Since become your pride and hope? There will come a time, my Brothers, And a dread time it will be, When your swords will flash together, For your faith in jeopardy. 190 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM See that then ye fail not, Brothers! Set the listening skies aglow With such deeds as live in heaven, If your Faith be worth a blow. Proud, then, of each other's greatness, Ever struggle side by side; Noble Son ! time-honored Parent ! Let no paltry strife divide Hearts like yours, that should be mindful Only of each other's worth — Mindful of your high position 'Mongst the powers of the earth. Mightiest twain among the nations! Bound alike by kindred ties — Ties that never should be sundered, While your banners grace the skies: Hearts and destinies once united. Steadfast to each other prove, Bind them with enduring fetters — Bind them with the Bonds of Love. A CHALLENGE TO AMERICA Mark Lemon Let us quarrel, American kinsmen. Let us plunge into war. We have been friends too long. We have too highly promoted each other's wealth and prosperity. We are too plethoric; we want depletion. To which end, let us cut one another's throats. Let us sink, burn. PEACE AND GOOD WILL 191 kill, and destroy, with mutual energy ; sink each other's shipping, burn each other's arsenals, destroy each other's property at large. We will bombard your towns, and you shall bombard ours, if you can. Let us ruin each other's commerce as much as possible, — and that will be a considerable sum. Let our banks break, while we smite and slay one another; let our commercial houses smash right and left in the United States and the United Kingdom. Let us maim and mutilate one another; let us make of each other miserable objects, — cripples, halt, and blind, adapted for the town's end, to beg during life. Come, let us render the wives of each other widows, and the mothers childless, and cause them to weep rivers of tears, amounting to an important quantity of " water-privilege." The bowl of wrath, the devil's punch-bowl, filled high as possible, share we with one another. This, with shot and bayonets, will be good in your insides and in my inside, in the insides of all of us brethren. Oh, how good it is ! oh, how pleasant it is, for breth- ren to engage in internecine strife! What a glorious spectacle we Christian Anglo-Saxons, engaged in the work of mutual destruction, in the reciprocation of savage outrages, shall present to the despots and the fiends ! How many dollars will you spend? How many pounds sterling shall we? How much capital we shall sink on either side, on land as well as in the sea! How much we shall have to show for it in corpses and wooden legs! Never ask what other return we may 192 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM expect for the investment. So, then, American kins- men, let us fight; let us murder and ruin each other. Let demagogues come hot from their conclave of evil spirits, " cry havoc, and let slip the dogs of war," and do you be mad enough to be those mad dogs, and permit yourselves to be hounded upon us by them. TO AMERICA On a proposed alliance between two great nations Alfred Austin What is the voice I hear On the winds of the western sea? Sentinel, listen from out Cape Clear And say what the voice may be. 'Tis a proud free people calling loud to a people proud and free. And it says to them: " Kinsmen, hail; We severed have been too long. Now let us have done with a worn-out tale — The tale of ancient wrong — And our friendship last long as our love doth last, and be stronger than death is strong." Answer them, sons of the self-same race. And blood of the self-same clan ; Let us speak with each other face to face And answer as man to man, And loyally love and trust each other as none but free men can. PEACE AND GOOD WILL 193 Now fling them out to the breeze, Shamrock, Thistle, and Rose, And the Star-Spangled Banner unfurl with these — A message to friends and foes Wherever the sails of peace are seen and wherever the war wind blows — A message to bond and thrall to wake. For whenever we come, we twain. The throne of the tyrant shall rock and quake, And his menace be void and vain. For you are lords of a strong land and we are lords of the main. Yes, this is the voice of the bluff March gale; We severed have been too long. But now we have done with a worn-out tale — The tale of an ancient wrong — And our friendship shall last as love doth last and be stronger than death is strong. AMERICA TO ENGLAND George Edward Woodberry Mother of nations, of them eldest we, Well is it found, and happy for the state, When that which makes men proud first makes them great. And such our fortune is who sprang from thee, And brought to this new land from over sea 194 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM The faith that can with every household mate, And freedom whereof law is magistrate, And thoughts that make men brave, and leave them free. Mother of our faith, our law, our lore, What shall we answer thee if thou shouldst ask How this fair birthright doth in us increase? There is no home but Christ is at the door ; Freely our toiling millions choose life's task; Justice we love, and next to justice peace. BRITONS AND GUESTS Edith M. Thomas We fought you once — but that was long ago! We fought you once, O Briton hearts of oak; Away from you — from parent stock — we broke. Be glad we did! Because from every blow We hurled in that old day a force did grow That now shall stead you, level stroke by stroke — So Heaven help us, who but late awoke. The charge upon our common race to know! And we will stand with you, the world to save — To make it safe for Freedom (as we free have been). Have you not seen our mutual banners wave As one upon the wind — a sight most brave! . . . We once did fight you — ev'n as next of kin May cleave apart, at end to closer win ! PEACE AND GOOD WILL 195 PRINCETON, MAY, 1917 Alfred Noyes Here Freedom stood, by slaughtered friend and joe, And, ere the wrath paled or that sunset died, Looked through the ages; then, with eyes aglow. Laid them, to wait that future, side by side. Lines for a monument to the American and British soldiers of the Revolutionary War who fell on the Princeton battlefield and were buried in one grave. Now lamp-lit gardens in the blue dusk shine Through dogwood, red and white; And round the gray quadrangles, line by line, The windows fill with light, Where Princeton calls to Magdalen, tower to tower, Twin Ian thorns of the law ; And those cream-white magnolia boughs embower The halls of " Old Nassau." The dark bronze tigers crouch on either side Where redcoats used to pass ; And round the bird-loved house where Mercer died, And violets dusk the grass. By Stony Brook that ran so red of old. But sings of friendship now. To feed the old enemy's harvest fifty-fold The green earth takes the plow. 196 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Through this May night, if one great ghost should stray With deep remembering eyes, Where that old meadow of battle smiles away Its blood-stained memories, If Washington should walk, where friend and foe Sleep and forget the past. Be sure his unquenched heart would leap to know Their hosts are joined at last. Be sure he walks, in shadowy bufif and blue, Where those dim lilacs wave. He bends his head to bless, as dreams come true, The promise of that grave ; Then, with a vaster hope than thought can scan. Touching his ancient sword, Prays for that mightier realm of God in man: " Hasten thy kingdom, Lord. " Land of new hope, land of the singing stars, Type of the world to be. The vision of a world set free from wars Takes life, takes form from thee; Where all the jarring nations of this earth, Beneath the all-blessing sun. Bring the new music of mankind to birth, And make the whole world one." And those old comrades rise around him there. Old foemen, side by side, With eyes like stars upon the brave night air. And young as when they died, V Courtesy of Princeton University . The Monument at Pkinceton. (iKoiiF AT Dedication of Monument. Captain (Joineliiis, ('aiiadian Army. President Hibben of Princeton University. Mr. M.Taylor Pyne. Captain de Fniirinestraux, French Army. Mr. Alfred Noyes. PEACE AND GOOD WILL 197 To hear your bells, beautiful Princeton towers, Ring for the world's release. They see you, piercing like gray swords through flowers. And smile from hearts at peace. PATRIA Victor Hugo Who smiles there? Is it A stray spirit, Or woman fair? Sombre yet soft the brow 1 Bow, nations, bow; O soul in air. Speak — what are thou? In grief the fair face seems — What means those sudden gleams? Our antique pride from dreams Starts up, and beams Its conquering glance, — To make our sad hearts dance. And wake in woods hushed long The wild bird's song. Angel of Day! Our Hope, Love, Stay, Thy countenance Lights land and sea Eternally, Thy name is France Or Verity. 198 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Fair angel in thy glass When vile things move or pass, Clouds in the sky amass; Terrible, alas! Thy stern commands are then : " Form your battalions, men, The flag display!" And all obey. Angel of might Sent kings to smite. The words in dark skies glance, " Mene, Mene," hiss Bolts that never miss! Thy name is France, Or Nemesis. As halcyons in May, O nations, in his ray Float and bask for aye. Nor know decay ! One arm upraised to heaven Seals the past forgiven; One holds a sword To quell hell's horde, Angel of God! Thy wings stretch broad As heaven's expanse! To shield and free Humanity ! Thy name is France, Or Liberty! PEACE AND GOOD WILL " 199 VIVE LA FRANCE A sentiment offered at the dinner to H. I. H. the Prince Napoleon at the Revere House, September 25, 1861 Oliver Wendell Holmes The land of sunshine and of song! Her name your hearts divine ; To her the banquet's vows belong Whose breasts have poured its wine; Our trusty friend, our true ally Through varied change and chance: So, fill your flashing goblets high, — I give you, Vive la France! Above our hosts in triple folds The selfsame colors spread, Where Valor's faithful arm upholds The blue, the white, the red ; Alike each nation's glittering crest Reflects the morning's glance, — Twin eagles, soaring east and west: Once more, then, Vive la France! Sister in trial! who shall count Thy generous friendship's claim, Whose blood ran mingling in the fount That gave our land its name. Till Yorktown saw in blended line Our conquering arms advance. And victory's double garlands twine Our banners? Vive la France! 200 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM land of heroes ! in our need One gift from Heaven we crave To stanch these wounds that vainly bleed, The wise to lead the brave ! Call back one Captain of thy past From glory's marble trance, Whose name shall be a bugle-blast To rouse us! Vive la France! Pluck Conde's baton from the trench, Wake up stout Charles Martel, Or find some woman's hand to clench The sword of La Pucelle! Give us one hour of old Turenne, — One lift of Bayard's lance, — Nay, call Marengo's Chief again To lead us! Vive la France! Ah, hush! our welcome Guest shall hear But sounds of peace and joy; No angry echo vex thine ear. Fair Daughter of Savoy! Once more ! the land of arms and arts, Of glory, grace, romance; Her love lies warm in all our hearts: God bless her! Vive la France! THE BARTHOLDI STATUE John Greenleaf Whittier The land, that, from the rule of kings. In freeing us, itself made free, PEACE AND GOOD WILL 201 Our Old World Sister, to us brings Her sculptured Dream of Liberty : Unlike the shapes on Egypt's sands Uplifted by the toil-worn slave, On Freedom's soil with freemen's hands We rear the symbol free hands gave. France, the beautiful ! to thee Once more a debt of love we owe; In peace beneath thy Colors Three, We hail a later Rochambeau! Rise, stately Symbol! holding forth Thy light and hope to all who sit In chains and darkness ! Belt the earth With watch-fires from thy torch uplit! Reveal the primal mandate still Which Chaos heard and ceased to be, Trace on mid-air th' Eternal Will In signs of fire: " Let man be Iree! " Shine far, shine free, a guiding light To Reason's ways and Virtue's aim, A lightning-flash the wretch to smite Who shields his license with thy name ! 202 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM LILLE, LAON, AND ST. DIE JOi^N H. FiNLEY I Lille, Laon and St. Die! What memories, from far away, When happy France was wont to be Weaving her peaceful tapestry And singing by her clacking loom Amid her gardens all a-bloom — What memories, from far away, Of France's joyous yesterday Rise through the dimming mists of years, The smoke of battle and the tears Of those who daily look across The furrowed, crimsoned fields of loss. Ploughed all the trenched and barbed way, From Lille to Laon and St. Die. II Lille! Long, long ago I was in Lille ; — E'en then a veil did half conceal Her face, but not the fleecy rack Of clouds upon the shrieking track Of shell and shrapnel bearing death; It was the sweet sea-vapor's breath Encircling her as if in fear PEACE AND GOOD WILL 203 I'd see the living Tete de Cire And ne'er contented be elsewhere In this then peaceful world. 'Twas there They made for me a regal feast; But now we here who have the least Have more than they who had the most And played so gallantly the host. And so, as my own prayer is said : " Give us this day our daily bread," For those who hunger, too, I pray In Lille and Laon and St. Die. Ill Laon! I climbed to Laon above the plain Where now the Teuton battle-stain Colors the crag, to find the spot Where he was born who left his lot Of luxury to bear Christ's name And His meek gospel to proclaim To savages that fought with dart And tomahawk, but knew no art To match the red atrocity That now holds Laon, in blasphemy Of that same Father of us all. Would Pere Marquette would come and call These heathen to repentance ere The strafe and krieg and answ'ring guerre Shall make the whole wide world a hell ! — But if he cannot, we who dwell In this free land whose mightiest flood 204 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM He found, will give our mingled blood To wash that brutish stain away From Lille and Laon and St. Die. IV And St. Die! Dear is this village of the Vosges List'ning afar the Marne's eloge, And to herself repeating o'er The word she whisp'ring spoke before All others in the world — a word That all the planet since has heard — "America! " Here was the spring Of our loved country's christening ; Here in this cloistered scholar's haunt Was our New World baptismal font Now scarred and blackened by the guns Of Europe's scientific Huns. America, from that same bowl Thou'lt be baptized anew in soul; But not by water, by the fire Of thine own sacrosanct desire For right, flashing in carmine spray From Lille to Laon and St. Die. Lille, Laon and St. Die! Our battle front, as theirs to-day Who fight for France, all unafraid PEACE AND GOOD WILL 205 Of death, weary but undismayed, To help push back the green-gray Une That it may never leave the Rhine Again to menace all the good Of long-dreamed human brotherhood. Here shall our France-befriended land Take now its sacrificial stand; Fight for a free humanity, Conquer this welt insanity And our great debt to France repay At Lille, and Loon and St. Die. THE NAME OF FRANCE^ Henry van Dyke Give us a name to fill the mind With the shining thoughts that lead mankind, The glory of learning, the joy of art, — A name that tells of a splendid part In the long, long toil and the strenuous fight Of the human race to win its way From the feudal darkness into the day Of Freedom, Brotherhood, Equal Right, — A name like a star, a name of light. I give you France! Give us a name to stir the blood With a warmer glow and a swifter flood, At the touch of a courage that knows not fear, — iFrom "The Red Flower"; copyright 1916, 1917, by Charles Scribner's Sons. By permission of the publishers. 206 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM A name like the sountl of a trumpet, clear, And silver-sweet, and iron-strong, That calls three million men to their feet, Ready to march, and steady to meet The foes who threaten tliat name with wrong, - A name that rings like a battle-song. I give you France! Give us a name to move the heart With the strength that noble griefs impart, A name tliat speaks c^f the blood outpoured To save mankiml from the sway of the sword, - A name that calls on the world to share In the burden of sacrificial strife Where the cause at stake is the world's free life And the rule of the people everywhere, — A name like a vow. a name like a prayer. I give you France! THE CONDITIONS OF PEACE Part of address delivered at a joint session of the two Houses of Congress, January 8, 191S WooDuow Wilson It will be our wish and purpose that the processes of peace, when they are begun, shall be absolutely open and that they shall involve and permit henceforth no secret understandings of any kind. The day of conquest and aggrandizement is gone by; so is also tlie day of PEACE AND GOOD WILL 207 secret covenants entered into in the interest of particu- lar governments and likely at some unlooked-for mo- ment to upset the peace of the world. It is this happy- fact, now clear to the view of every public man whose thoughts do not still linger in an age that is dead and gone, which makes it possible for every nation whose purposes are consistent with justice and the peace of the world to avow now or at any other time the objects it has in view. We entered this war because violations of right had occurred which touched us to the (juick and made the life of our own people impossible unless they wcm'c cor- rected and the world secured once for all against their recurrence. What we demand in this war, therefore, is nothing peculiar to ourselves. It is that tlie world be made fit and safe to live in ; and particularly that it be made safe for every peace-loving nation which, like our own, wishes to live its own life, determine its own insti- tutions, be assured of justice and fair dealing by the other peoples of the world as against force and selfish aggression. All the peoples of the world are in effect partners in this interest, and for our own part we see very clearly that unless justice be done to others it will not be done to us. The program of the world's peace, therefore, is our program; and that program, the only possible program, as we see it, is this: I. Open covenants of peace, openly arrived at, after which there shall be no private international under- standings of any kind, but diplomacy shall proceed always frankly and in the public view. II. Absolute freedom of navigation upon the seas, 208 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM outside territorial waters, alike in peace and in war, except as the seas may be closed in whole or in part by international action for the enforcement of interna- tional covenants. III. The removal, so far as possible, of all economic barriers and the establishment of an equality of trade conditions among all the nations consenting to the peace and associating themselves for its maintenance. IV. Adequate guarantees given and taken that na- tional armaments will be reduced to the lowest point consistent with domestic safety. V. A free, open-minded, and absolutely impartial adjustment of all colonial claims, based upon a strict observance of the principle that in determining all such questions of sovereignty the interests of the populations concerned must have equal weight with the equitable claims of the government whose title is to be deter- mined. VI. The evacuation of all Russian territory and such a settlement of all questions affecting Russia as will secure the best and freest cooperation of the other na- tions of the world in obtaining for her an unhampered and unembarrassed opportunity for the independent determination of her own political development and national policy and assure her of a sincere welcome into the society of free nations under institutions of her own choosing ; and, more than a welcome, assistance also of every kind that she may need and may herself desire. The treatment accorded Russia by her sister nations in the months to come will be the acid test of their good will, of their comprehension of her needs as distin- PEACE AND GOOD WILL 209 guished from their own interests, and of their inteUigent and unselfish sympathy. VII. Belgium, the whole world will agree, must be evacuated and restored, without any attempt to limit the sovereignty which she enjoys in common with all other free nations. No other single act will serve as this will serve to restore confidence among the nations in the laws which they have themselves set and deter- mined for the government of their relations with one another. Without this healing act the whole struc- ture and validity of international law is forever impaired. VIII. All French territory should be freed and the invaded portions restored, and the wrong done to France by Prussia in 1871 in the matter of Alsace-Lor- raine, which has unsettled the peace of the world for nearly fifty years, should be righted, in order that peace may once more be made secure in the interest of all. IX. A readjustment of the frontiers of Italy should be effected along clearly recognizable lines of nation- ality. X. The peoples of Austria-Hungary, whose place among the nations we wish to see safeguarded and assured, should be accorded the freest opportunity of autonomous development. XI. Rumania, Serbia, and Montenegro should be evacuated; occupied territories restored; Serbia ac- corded free and secure access to the sea; and the rela- tions of the several Balkan States to one another determined by friendly counsel along historically established lines of allegiance and nationality; and 210 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM international guarantees of the political and economic independence and territorial integrity of the several Balkan States should be entered into. XII. The Turkish portions of the present Ottoman Empire should be assured a secure sovereignty, but the other nationalities which are now under Turkish rule should be assured an undoubted security of life and an absolutely unmolested opportunity of autonomous de- velopment, and the Dardanelles should be permanently opened as a free passage to the ships and commerce of all nations under international guarantees. XIII. An independent Polish state should be erected which should include the territories inhabited by indisputably Polish populations, which should be assured a free and secure access to the sea, and whose political and economic independence and territorial integrity should be guaranteed by international cove- nant. XIV. A general association of nations must be formed under specific covenants for the purpose of af- fording mutual guarantees of political intlependence and territorial integrity to great and small states alike. In regard to these essential rectifications of wrong and assertions of right we feel ourselves to be intimate partners of all the governments and peoples associated together against the Imperialists. Wc cannot be sepa- rated in interest, or divided in purpose. We stand to- gether until the end. For such arrangernents and covenants we are willing to fight and to continue to fight until they are achieved; but only because we wish the right to prevail and PEACE AND GOOD WILL 211 desire a just and stable peace such as can be secured only by removing the chief provocations to war, which this program does remove. We have no jealousy of German greatness, and there is nothing in this pro- gram that impairs it. We grudge her no achievement or distinction of learning or of pacific enterprise such as have made her record very bright and very enviable. We do not wish to injure her or to block in any way her legitimate influence or power. We do not wish to fight her either with arms or with hostile arrangements of trade if she is willing to associate herself with us and the other peace-loving nations of the world in covenants of justice and law and fair dealing. We wish her only to accept a place of equality among the peoples of the world, — the new world in which we now live, — instead of a place of mastery. Neither do we presume to suggest to her any altera- tion or modification of her institutions. But it is necessary, we must frankly say, and necessary as a pre- liminary to any intelligent dealings with her on our part, that we should know whom her spokesmen speak for when they speak to us, whether for the Reichstag majority or for the military party and the men whose creed is imperial domination. We have spoken now, surely, in terms too concrete to admit of any further doubt or question. An evident principle runs through the whole program I have out- lined. It is the principle of justice to all peoples and nationalities, and their right to live on equal terms of liberty and safety with one another, whether they be strong or weak. Unless this principle be made its foun- 212 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM dation no part of the structure of international justice can stand. The people of the United States could act upon no other principle ; and to the vindication of this principle they are ready to devote their lives, their honor, and everything that they possess. The moral climax of this the culminating and final war for human liberty has come, and they are ready to put their own strength, their own highest purpose, their own integrity and devotion to the test. THE UNIVERSAL REPUBLIC Victor Hugo VISION of the coming time! When man has 'scaped the trackless slime And reached the desert spring; When sands are crossed, the sward invites The worn to rest 'mid rare delights And gratefully to sing. E'en now the eye that's leveled high, Though dimly, can the hope espy So solid soon, one day; For every chain must then be broke. And hatred none will dare evoke. And June shall scatter May. E'en now amid our misery The germ of Union many see, And through the hedge of thorn, PEACE AND GOOD WILL 213 Like to a bee that dawn awakes, On, Progress strides o'er shattered stakes, With solemn scathing scorn. Behold the blackness shrink, and flee! Behold the world rise up so free Of coroneted things! Whilst o'er the distant youthful States, Like Amazonian bosom-plates, Spread Freedom's shielding wings. Ye, liberated lands, we hail! Your sails are whole despite the gale! Your masts are firm, and will not fail — The triumph follows pain ! Hear forges roar! the hammer clanks — It beats the time to nations' thanks — At last, a peaceful strain ! 'Tis rust, not gore, that gnaws the guns. And shattered shells are but the runs Where warring insects cope; And all the headsman's racks and blades And pincers, tools of tyrants' aids, Are buried with the rope. Upon the skyline glows i' the dark The Sun that now is but a spark; But soon will be unfurled — The glorious banner of us all, The flag that rises ne'er to fall, Republic of the World! 214 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA Robert Bridges Brothers in blood! They who this wrong began To wreck our commonwealth, will rue the day When first they challenged freemen to the fray, And with the Briton dared the American. Now are we pledged to win the Rights of man ; Labor and Justice now shall have their way, And in a League of Peace — God grant we may — Transform the earth, not patch up the old plan. Sure is our hope since he who led your nation Spake for mankind, and ye arose in awe Of that high call to work the world's salvation ; Clearing your minds of all estranging blindness In the vision of Beauty and the Spirit's law. Freedom and Honor and sweet Loving-kindness. THE WORLD PEACE Extract jrom Joan and Peter Herbert George Wells This League of Free Nations, of which all men are dreaming and talking, this World Republic, is the re- discovered outline, the proper teaching of all real edu- cation, the necessary outline now of human life. There is nothing else to do, nothing else that people of our sort can do at all, nothing but baseness, grossness, vile- PEACE AND GOOD WILL 215 ness, and slavery unless we live now as a part of that process of a world peace. Our lives have got to be political lives. All lives have to be made political lives. We can't run about loose any more. This idea of a world-wide commonwealth, this ideal of an everlasting world-peace in which we are to live and move and have our being, has to be built up in every school, in every mind, in every lesson. " You belong. You belong. And the world belongs to you." What ought one to teach when one teaches geog- raphy, for instance, but the common estate of mankind? Here, the teacher should say, are mountains and beauti- ful cities you may live to see. Here are plains where we might grow half the food of mankind! Here are the highways of our common life, and here are pleasant byways where you may go! All this is your inherit- ance. Your estate. To rejoice in — and serve. . . . Then what is history but a long struggle of men to find peace and safety, and how they have been pre- vented by baseness and greed and folly? Is that right? No, folly and baseness — and hate. Hate certainly. All history is one dramatic story of man blundering his way from the lonely ape to the world commonwealth. All history is each man's adventure. . . . What is the teaching of a language again but teaching the knowledge of another people — an exposition of the soul of another people — a work of union? But you see what I mean by all this: this idea of a great world of cooperating peoples; it is not just a diplomatic scheme, not something far off that Foreign Offices are doing ; it is an idea that must revolutionize the lessons 216 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM of a child in the nursery and alter the maps upon every schoolroom wall. And frame our lives altogether. Or be nothing. The World Peace. To that we all belong. I have a fancy — as though this idea had been hovering over the world, unsubstantial, unable to exist — until all this blood-letting, this torment and disaster gave it a body. . . . We want universities all round and about the world, associated, working to a common end, drawing together all the best minds and the finest wills, a myriad of multi-colored threads, into one common web of a world civilization, A LEAGUE OF NATIONS Address in New York, September 27, 1918. WooDRow Wilson At every turn of the war we gain a fresh conscious- ness of what we mean to accomplish by it. When our hope and expectation are most excited we think more definitely than before of the issues that hang upon it and of the purposes which must be realized by means of it. For it has positive and well-defined purposes which we did not determine and which we cannot alter. No statesman or assembly created them; no statesman or assembly can alter them. They have arisen out of the very nature and circumstances of the war. The most that statesmen or assemblies can do is to carry them out or be false to them. They were perhaps not clear at the outset; but they are clear now. PEACE AND GOOD WILL 217 The war has lasted more than four years and the whole world has been drawn into it. The common will of mankind has been substituted for the particular pur- poses of individual states. Individual statesmen may have started the conflict, but neither they nor their opponents can stop it as they please. It has become a peoples' war, and peoples of all sorts and races, of every degree of power and variety of fortune are involved in its sweeping processes of change and settlement. We came into it when its character had become fully de- fined and it was plain that no nation could stand apart or be indifferent to its outcome. Its challenge drove to the heart of everything we cared for and lived for. The voice of the war had become clear and gripped our hearts. Our brothers from many lands, as well as our own murdered dead under the sea, were calling to us, and we responded, fiercely and of course. The air was clear about us. We saw things in their full, convincing proportions as they were ; and we have seen them with steady eyes and unchanging compre- hension ever since. We accepted the issues of the war as facts, not as any group of men either here or else- where had defined them, and we can accept no outcome which does not squarely meet and settle them. Those issues are these: Shall the military power of any nation or group of nations be suffered to determine the fortunes of peoples over whom they have no right to rule except the right of force? Shall strong nations be free to wrong weak nations and make them subject to their purpose and interest? 218 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Shall peoples be ruled and dominated, even in their own internal affairs, by arbitrary and irresponsible force or by their own will and choice? Shall there be a common standard of right and priv- ilege for all peoples and nations or shall the strong do as they will and the weak suffer without redress? Shall the assertion of right be haphazard and by cas- ual alliance or shall there be a common concert to oblige the observance of common rights? No man, no group of men, chose these to be the issues of the struggle. They are the issues of it; and they must be settled — by no arrangement or compromise or adjustment of interests, but definitely and once for all, and with a full and unequivocal acceptance of the prin- ciple that the interest of the weakest is as sacred as the interest of the strongest. This is what we mean when we speak of a permanent peace, if we speak sincerely, intelligently and with a real knowledge and comprehension of the matter we deal with. We are all agreed that there can be no peace obtained by any kind of bargain or compromise with the govern- ments of the Central Empires, because we have dealt with them already and have seen them deal with other governments that were parties to this struggle, at Brest- Litovsk and Bucharest. They have convinced us that they are without honor and do not intend justice. They observe no covenants, accept no principle but force and their own interest. We cannot " come to terms " with them. They have made it impossible. The German people must by this time be fully aware that we can- PEACE AND GOOD WILL 219 not accept the word of those who forced this war upon us. We do not think the same thoughts or speak the same language of agreement. It is of capital importance that we should also be explicitly agreed that no peace shall be obtained by any kind of compromise or abatement of the principles we have avowed as the principles for which we are fight- ing. There should exist no doubt about that. I am, therefore, going to take the liberty of speaking with the utmost frankness about the practical implications that are involved in it. If it be in deed and in truth the common object of the governments associated against Germany and of the nations whom they govern, as I believe it to be, to achieve by the coming settlements a secure and lasting peace, it will be necessary that all who sit down at the peace table shall come ready and willing to pay the price, the only price, that will procure it ; and ready and willing, also, to create in some virile fashion the only instrumentality by which it can be made certain that the agreements of the peace will be honored and fulfilled. That price is impartial justice in every item of the settlement, no matter whose interest is crossed; and not only impartial justice, but also the satisfaction of the several peoples whose fortunes are dealt with. That indispensable instrumentality is a League of Nations formed under covenants that will be efiicacious. With- out such an instrumentality, by which the peace of the world can be guaranteed, peace will rest in part upon the word of outlaws and only upon that word. 220 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM For Germany will have to redeem her character, not by what happens at the peace table, but by what follows. And, as I see it, the constitution of that League of Nations and the clear definition of its objects must be a part, is in a sense the most essential part, of the peace settlement itself. It cannot be formed now. If formed now, it would be merely a new alliance confined to the nations associated against a common enemy. It is not likely that it could be formed after the settlement. It is necessary to guarantee the peace ; and the peace cannot be guaranteed as an afterthought. The reason, to speak in plain terms again, why it must be guaranteed is that there will be parties to the peace whose promises have proved untrustworthy, and means must be found in connection with the peace settlement itself to remove that source of insecurity. It would be folly to leave the guarantee to the subsequent voluntary action of the governments we have seen destroy Russia and deceive Rumania. But these general terms do not disclose the whole matter. Some details are needed to make them sound less like a thesis and more like a practical program. These, then, are some of the particulars, and I state them with the greater confidence because I can state them authoritatively as representing this government's interpretation of its own duty with regard to peace : First, the impartial justice meted out must involve no discrimination between those to whom we wish to be just and those to whom we do not wish to be just. It must be a justice that plays no favorites and knows PEACE AND GOOD WILL 221 no standard but the equal rights of the several peoples concerned. Second, no special or separate interest of any single nation or any group of nations can be made the basis of any part of the settlement which is not consistent with the common interest of all. Third, there can be no leagues or alliances or spe- cial covenants and understandings within the general and common family of the League of Nations. Fourth, and more specifically, there can be no special, selfish economic combinations within the league and no employment of any form of economic boycott or exclu- sion except as the power of economic penalty by exclu- sion from the markets of the world may be vested in the League of Nations itself as a means of discipline and control. Fifth, all international agreements and treaties of every kind must be made known in their entirety to the rest of the world. Special alliances and economic rivalries and hostili- ties have been the prolific source in the modern world of the plans and passions that produce war. It would be an insincere as well as an insecure peace that did not exclude them in definite and binding terms. The confidence with which I venture to speak for our people in these matters does not spring from our tradi- tions merely and the well-known principles of interna- tional action which we have always professed and followed. In the same sentence in which I say that the United States will enter into no special arrangements or understandings with particular nations let me say also 222 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM that the United States is prepared to assume its full share of responsibility for the maintenance of the com- mon covenants and understandings upon which peace must henceforth rest. We still read Washington's im- mortal warning against " entangling alliances " with full comprehension and answering purpose. But only- special and limited alliances entangle; and we recog- nize and accept the duty of a new day in which we are permitted to hope for a general alliance which will avoid entanglements and clear the air of the world for common understandings and the maintenance of com- mon rights. . . . As I have said, neither I nor any other man in gov- ernmental authority created or gave form to the issues of this war. I have simply responded to them with such vision as I could command. But I have responded gladly and with a resolution that has grown warmer and more confident as the issues have grown clearer and clearer. It is now plain that they are issues which no man can pervert unless it be wilfully. I am bound to fight for them, and happy to fight for them as time and circumstance have revealed them to me as to all the world. Our enthusiasm for them grows more and more irresistible as they stand out in more and more vivid and unmistakable outline. And the forces that fight for them draw into closer and closer array, organize their millions into more and more unconquerable might, as they become more and more distinct to the thought and purpose of the peoples engaged. It is the peculiarity of this great war that while statesmen have seemed to cast about for defini- PEACE AND GOOD WILL 223 tions of their purpose and have sometimes seemed to shift their ground and their point of view, the thought of the mass of men, whom statesmen are supposed to instruct and lead, has grown more and more unclouded, more and more certain of what it is that they are fight- ing for. National purposes have fallen more and more into the background and the common purpose of en- lightened mankind has taken their place. The counsels of plain men have become on all hands more simple and straightforward and more unified than the counsels of sophisticated men of affairs, who still retain the impres- sion that they are playing a game of power and playing for high stakes. That is why I have said that this is a peoples' war, not a statesmen's. . Statesmen must fol- low the clarified common thought or be broken. I take that to be the significance of the fact that assemblies and associations of many kinds made up of plain workaday people have demanded, almost every time they come together, and are still demanding that the leaders of their governments declare to them plainly what it is, exactly what it is, that they were seeking in this war, and what they think the items of the final settlement should be. They are not yet satisfied with what they have been told. They still seem to fear that they are getting what they ask for only in statesmen's terms — only in the terms of territorial arrangements and divisions of power, and not in terms of broad- visioned justice and mercy and peace and the satisfac- tion of those deep-seated longings of oppressed and distracted men and women and enslaved peoples that seem to them the only things worth fighting a war for 224 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM that engulfs the world. Perhaps statesmen have not always recognized this changed aspect of the whole world of policy and action. Perhaps they have not always spoken in direct reply to the questions asked be- cause they did not know how searching those questions were and what sort of answers they demanded. But I, for one, am glad to attempt the answer again and again, in the hope that I may make it clearer and clearer that my one thought is to satisfy those who struggle in the ranks and arc, perhaps, above all others, entitled to a reply whose meaning no one can have any excuse for misunderstanding, if he understands the language in which it is spoken or can get some one to translate it correctly into his own. . . . Unity of purpose and of counsel are as impera- tively necessary in this war as was unity of command in the battlefield; and with perfect unity of purpose and counsel will come assurance of complete victory. It can be had in no other way. " Peace drives " can be effectively neutralized and silenced only by showing that every victory of the nations associated against Germany brings the nations nearer the sort of peace which will bring security and reassurance to all peoples and make the recurrence of another such struggle of pitiless force and bloodshed forever impossible, and that nothing else can. Germany is constantly intimating the " terms " she will accept and always finds that the world does not want terms. It wishes the final triumph of justice and fair dealing. PEACE AND GOOD WILL 225 THE FEDERATION OF THE WORLD Extract from The Pilgrims Nathan Haskell Dole Woven into the wonderful fabric we know as our land Numberless varying threads have come to the great Weaver's hand. All have their part in enlacing the pattern and blend- ing the hues; Infinite Wisdom alone has the knowledge the texture to choose. Richer })ccause of the contrast, though Time shall ripen and soften Crude inharmonious warp and woof, shall unravel and often Seemingly start anew with a different, finer design. So shall the vast web grow and serve for its purpose divine. Since we have drawn from the whole wide world and made as our own Millions of noble men who into our substance have grown. Surely then must we be forever at peace with the world ; Banners of war must not wave, the threat of defiance not hurled ! All of the kingdoms of earth as one great sisterhood stand ; Good or evil for one affects the rest of the band. 226 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Much as we love our country far more should our deepest elation Stir in the heart at the splendid dream of the World's Federation — Dream that is sure to come true, though it may not dawn in our day. Prejudice, slowly, and hatred and jealousy vanish away. All the world is one and all men are brothers in heart, Loving tlie same ideals, thrilled by the marvels of art. Worshiping all the same Father, though under a dif- ferent name, Varying only in trifles, but all in essentials the same. Barrier space and slow-crawling Time are conquered by Science, Steam jind the winged Lightning have knit all the reahns in alliance; Loss of wealth in the West is felt in the marts of the East; Freedom of travel and trafhc has ever man's profit increased ; Famine, Pestilence, War, though confined to one zone, threaten all; All of the nations prosper if one rise, droop if one fall. Let us be true to our home, to our town, to our state, to our land, Humble hi all success, unspoiled by our heritage grand, Yet to the whole wide world extend the brotherly hand! NATIONAL SONGS OF OTHER LANDS The song that nerves a nation's heart Is in itself a deed. Tennyson NATIONAL SONGS OF OTHER LANDS GOD SAVE THE KING Henry Carey (?) God save our gracious King, Long live our noble King, God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us, God save the King! Lord our God, arise. Scatter his enemies, And make them fall. Confound their politics. Frustrate their knavish tricks; On Thee our hearts we fix, God save us all! Thy choicest gifts in store, On him be pleased to pour, Long may he reign. May he defend our laws. And ever give us cause To sing with heart and voice, God save the King! 229 230 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM RULE, BRITANNIA Song from masque of Alfred James Thomson When Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter of the land. And guardian angels sung this strain: "Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves ! " The nations not so blest as thee. Must in their turn to tyrants fall; While thou shalt flourish great and free, The dread and envy of them all. Rule, Britannia, etc., Still more majestic shalt thou rise. More dreadful from each foreign stroke; As the loud blast that tears the skies Serves but to root thy native oak. Rule, Britannia, etc., Thee, haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame: All their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse thy generous flame. But work their woe and thy renown. Rule, Britannia, etc.. NATIONAL SONGS 231 To thee belongs the rural reign; Thy cities shall with commerce shine ; All thine shall be the subject main, And every shore it circles, thine. Rule, Britannia, etc. The Muses, still with freedom found. Shall to thy happy coast repair; Blest isle! with matchless beauty crown'd, And manly hearts to guard the fair. Rule, Britannia, etc. SCOTS, WHA HAE Robert Burns Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led; Welcome to your gory bed Or to victorie. Now's the day, and now's the hour; See the front of battle low'r ; See approach proud Edward's power Chains and slaverie! Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn, and flee! 232 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa'? Let him on wi' me ! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us do, or die ! LA MARSEILLAISE Claude Joseph Rouget de Lisle Ye sons of France, awake to glory! Hark, hark! what myriads bid you rise! Your children, wives, and grand-sires hoary; Behold their tears and hear their cries! Shall hateful tyrants, mischief breeding. With hireling hosts, a ruffian band. Affright and desolate the land While peace and liberty lie bleeding! To arms, to arms, ye brave! Th' avenging sword unsheathe! March on, march on, all hearts resolved, To victory or death. NATIONAL SONGS 233 Now, now the dangerous storm is scowling Which treacherous Kings, confederate, raise; The dogs of war, let loose, are howling, And lo! our fields and cities blaze; And shall we basely view the ruin. While lawless force, with guilty stride, Spreads desolation far and wide, With crimes and blood his hands embruing? To arms, etc. With luxury and pride surrounded. The vile, insensate despots dare. Their thirst of power and gold unbounded, To mete and vend the light and air; Like beasts of burden would they load us, Like gods would bid their slaves adore ; But man is man, and who is more? Then, shall they longer lash and goad us? To arms, etc. Oh, Liberty, can man resign thee! Once having felt thy gen'rous flame? Can dungeon, bars and bolts confine thee, Or whips thy noble spirit tame? Too long the world has wept, bewailing That falsehood's dagger tyrants wield; But freedom is our sword and shield. And all their arts are unavailing. To arms, etc. 234 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM HYMN TO LIBERTY DioNYSius Salomos Yes ! I know thee by the lightning Of thy tyrant-slaying glaive, By thine awful glances bright'ning As thou gazest on the brave. Kindle from our country's ashes, Liberty ! thy sacred fire. Many a Spartan sabre clashes; Breathe on one Tyrtcean lyre. Thou wert groveling in the dust. Humbled by thy bitter doom; Heaven was still thine only trust — Heaven has uttered, " Quit the tomb! " Brooding o'er our hills and plains, Silence watch'd the thunder near; Every arm was cramp'd by chains, Every heart was chill'd by fear. Now thy sons, defying danger. Strike beneath their native sky, And distrusting every stranger. Swear to free themselves, or die. Seven young sisters from the main. Raised on high applauding hands, Though protection's treacherous chain Bound them still in flowery bands. NATIONAL SONGS 235 Woe to those who meet the glaive Grasp'd by Freedom's fearless hand, And infatuated brave Graecia's roused and patriot band. GARIBALDI'S WAR HYMN LuiGi Mercantini Come, arm ye! Come, arm ye! From vineyards of olives, from grape-mantled bowers, Where landscapes are laughing in mazes of flowers ; From mountains all lighted by sapphire and amber, From cities of marble, from temples and marts. Arise, all ye valiants! your manhood proclaiming. Whilst thunders are meeting, and sabres are flaming, For honor, for glory, the bugles are sounding. To quicken your pulses, and gladden your hearts. Then hurl our fierce foeman far from us forever, The Day is dawning, the Day is dawning. Which shall be our own! Too long cruel tyrants have trampled us under, The chains they have forged us are riven asunder: The Scions of Italy rise in defiance, Her flag nobly flutters where breezes are kind: To landward and seaward, the Foe shall be broken, Where Heroes have gathered, where Martyrs have spoken, And Italy's Throne shall be rooted in Freedom, Whilst Monarch and people are all of one mind: Then hurl our fierce foeman, etc. 236 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM LA BRABANCONNE Louis Dechez The years of slavery are past, The Belgian rejoices once more; Courage restores to him at last The rights he held of yore! Strong and firm his clasp will be, Keeping the ancient flag unfurFd To fling its message on the watchful world: For King, for Right, and Liberty! For thee, dear country, cherished motherland, Our songs and our valor we give ; Never from thee our hearts are banned, For thee alone we live! And thy years shall glorious be. Circled in Unity's embrace, Thy sons shall cherish thee in ev'ry place For King, for Right, and Liberty. SERBIAN NATIONAL ANTHEM God ! Who in by-gones hast saved us thy people, Great King of Justice, hear us this day : While for our country, for Serbia's salvation, We with devotion unceasingly pray. Onward! onward Lead us ever, Out of shadow into light, NATIONAL SONGS 237 Till our ship of state be anchored Thro' the mercy of Thy might: Till our foes be spent and scatter'd In the fullness of the Light, Serbia's king, and Serbia's land, Guard forevermore. HYMN OF FREE RUSSIA KONSTANTIN BaLMONT Young Russia, hail, victorious! All praise we chant to thee. Amid the nations, glorious Thou standest, proud and free. No tyrant shall enslave thee, Thy sun arises bright! All hail to those who gave thee New Freedom's sacred light! Young Russia, hail, victorious! All praise we chant to thee. Amid the nations, glorious Thou standest, proud and free. A song of countless voices Resounds from shore to shore, The Russian folk rejoices With Freedom evermore! Young Russia, hail, victorious! All praise we chant to thee. Amid the nations, glorious Thou standest, proud and free. SERVICE And what they dare to dream of, dare to do. Lowell Yet much remains To conquer still ; Peace hath her victories No less renowned than War. Milton Not ignoble are the days of peace, not without courage and laureled victories. Gilder Life may be given in many ways, And loyalty to Truth be sealed As bravely in the closet as the field, So bountiful is Fate. Lowell Small service is true service while it lasts. Won ns WORTH Whoso through life kept priestly honor pure. Or found new arts and made the world more fair, They whose good service made their memory loved, These all are crowned with wreaths of snowy wool. Vlrgil SERVICE RING OUT, WILD BELLS Alfred Tennyson Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky. The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true. Ring out the grief that saps the mind. For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind. Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws. Ring out the want, the care, the sin. The faithless coldness of the times; Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, But ring the fuller minstrel in. 241 242 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old. Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be. WHAT CONSTITUTES A STATE Sir William Jones What constitutes a state? Not high-raised battlement or labored mound, Thick wall or moated gate; Not cities proud with spires and turrets crowned; Not bays and broad-armed ports. Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride; Not starred and spangled courts. Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No : — men, high-minded men With powers as far above dull brutes endued In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude, — Men who their duties know, SERVICE 243 But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain ; These constitute a state ; And sovereign law, that state's collected will. O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill. Smit by her sacred frown. The fiend. Dissension, like a vapor sinks; And e'en the all-dazzling crown Hides his faint rays, and at her bidding shrinks. CHARACTER OF THE HAPPY WARRIOR William Wordsworth Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be? — It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought: Whose high endeavors are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright: Who, with a natural instinct to discern What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn ; Abides by this resolve, and stops not there, But makes his moral being his prime care ; Who, doomed to go in company with Pain, And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train! Turns his necessity to glorious gain ; In face of these doth exercise a power 244 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Which is our human nature's highest dower; Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives: By objects, which might force the soul to abate Her feeling, rendered more compassionate; Is placable — because occasions rise So often that demand such sacrifice; More skilful in self-knowledge, even more pure, As tempted more; more able to endure. As more exposed to sujBfering and distress; Thence, also, more alive to tenderness. — 'Tis he whose law is reason ; who depends Upon that law as on the best of friends; Whence, in a state where men are tempted still To evil for a guard against worse ill, And what in quality or act is best Doth seldom on a right foundation rest, He labors good on good to fix, and owes To virtue every triumph that he knows: — Who, if he rise to station of command, Rises by open means ; and there will stand On honorable terms, or else retire, And in himself possess his own desire ; Who comprehends his trust, and to the same Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim ; And therefore does not stoop, nor lie in wait For wealth, or honors, or for worldly state ; Whom they must follow : on whose head must fall, Like showers of manna, if they come at all: Whose powers shed round him in the common strife, Or mild concerns of ordinary life, SERVICE 245 A constant influence, a peculiar grace; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a Lover ; and attired With sudden brightness, like a Man inspired; And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw ; Or if an unexpected call succeed, Come when it will, is equal to the need: — He who, though thus endued as with a sense And faculty for storm and turbulence, Is yet a Soul whose master-bias leans To homefelt pleasures and to gentle scenes; Sweet images ! which, wheresoe'er he be, Are at his heart; and such fidelity It is his darling passion to approve; More brave for this, that he hath much to love: — 'Tis finally, the Man who, lifted high, Conspicuous object in a Nation's eye. Or left unthought-of in obscurity, — Who, with a toward or untoward lot, Prosperous or adverse, to his wish or not — Plays, in the many games of life, that one Where what he most doth value must be won : Whom neither shape of danger can dismay. Nor thought of tender happiness betray; Who, not content that former worth stand fast, Looks forward, persevering to the last. From well to better, daily self-surpast: Who, whether praise of him must walk the earth 246 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Forever, and to noble deeds give birth, Or he must fall, to sleep without his fame, And leave a dead unprofitable name — Finds comfort in himself and in his cause; And, while the mortal mist is gathering, draws His breatli in confidence of Heaven's applause: This is the happy Warrior; this is He That every Man in arms should wish to be. A MESSAGE TO GARCIA Elbert Hubbard In all this Cuban business there is one man stands out on the horizon of my memory like Mars at peri- helion. When war broke out between Spain and the United States it was very necessary to communicate quickly with the leader of the insurgents. Garcia was somewhere in the mountain fastnesses of Cuba — no one knew where. No mail or telegraph message could reach him. Tlie President must secure his cooperation, and quickly. What to do! Some one said to the President, " There's a fellow by the name of Rowan will find Garcia for you, if anybody can." Rowan was sent for and given a letter to be delivered to Garcia. How " the fellow by the name of Rowan " took the letter, sealed it up in an oilskin pouch, strapped it over his heart, in four days landed by night off the coast of Cuba from an open boat, disappeared SERVICE 247 into the jungle, and in three weeks came out on the other side of the island, having traversed a hostile country on foot, and delivered his letter to Garcia — are things I have no special desire to tell in detail now. The point I wish to make is this: McKinley gave Rowan a letter to be delivered to Garcia; Rowan took the letter and did not ask, " Where is he at? " By the Eternal! there is a man whose form should be cast in deathless bronze and the statue placed in every college in the land. It is not book-learning young men need, nor instruction about this or that, but a stiffening of the vertebrae that will cause them to be loyal to a trust, to act promptly, concentrate their energies: do the thing — " Carry a message to Garcia." General Garcia is dead now, but there are other Garcias. No man who has endeavored to carry out an enterprise wherein many hands were needed, but has been well-nigh appalled at times by the imbecility of the average man — the inability or unwillingness to concentrate on a thing and do it. Slipshod assistance, foolish inattention, dowdy indif- ference, and half-hearted work seem the rule; and no man succeeds unless, by hook or crook or threat, he forces or bribes other men to assist him; or mayhap, God in His goodness performs a miracle, and sends him an Angel of Light for an assistant. Advertise for a stenographer, and nine out of ten who apply, can neither spell nor punctuate — and do not think it necessary to. 248 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Can such a one write a letter to Garcia? " You see that bookkeeper? " said a foreman to me in a large factory. " Yes; what about him? " " Well, he's a fine accountant, but if I'd send him up-town on an errand, he might accomplish the errand all right, and on the other hand, might stop at four saloons on the way, and when ho got to Main Street would forget what he had been sent for." Can such a man be entrusted to carry a message to Garcia? We have recently been hearing much maudlin sym- pathy expressed for the " down-trodden denizens of the sweat-shop " and the " homeless wanderer searching for honest employment," and with it all often go many hard words for the men in power. Nothing is said about the employer who grows old before his time in a vain attempt to get frowsy ne'er- do-wells to do intelligent work; and his long, patient striving with " help " that does nothing but loaf when his back is turned. In every store and factory there is a constant weeding-out process going on. The em- ployer is constantly sending away " help " that have shown their incapacity to further the interests of the business, and others are being taken on. No matter how good times are, this sorting continues, only if times are hard and work is scarce, the sortinr;- is done finer — but out and forever out the incompetent and unworthy go. It is the survival of the fittest. Self- interest prompts every employer to keep the best — those who can carry a message to Garcia. SERVICE 249 I know one man of really brilliant parts who has not the ability to manage a business of his own, and yet who is absolutely worthless to any one else, because he carries with him constantly the insane suspicion that his employer is oppressing, or intending to oppress him. He cannot give orders; and he will not receive them. Should a message be given him to take to Garcia, his answer would probably be, " Take it yourself! " To-night this man walks the streets looking for work, the wind whistling through his threadbare coat. No one who knows him dare employ him, for he is a regu- lar firebrand of discontent. He is impervious to reason, and the only thing that can impress him is the toe of a thick-soled Number Nine boot. Of course I know that one so morally deformed is no less to be pitied than a physical cripple; but in our pitying, let us drop a tear, too, for the men who are striving to carry on a great enterprise, whose working- hours are not limited by the whistle, and whose hair is fast turning white through the struggle to hold in line dowdy indifference, slipshod imbecility, and the heart- less ingratitude which, but for their enterprise, would be both hungry and homeless. Have I put the matter too strongly? Possibly I have; but when all the world has gone a-slumming I wish to speak a word of sympathy for the man who succeeds — the man who, against great odds, has directed the ef- forts of others, and having succeeded, finds there's nothing in it; nothing but bare board and clothes. I have carried a dinner-pail and worked for day's wages, and I have also been an employer of labor, and I know 250 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM there is something to be said on both sides. There is no excellence, per se, in poverty; rags are no recommendation; and all employers are not rapacious and high-handed, any more than all poor men are vir- tuous. My heart goes out to the man who does his work when the " boss " is away, as well as when he is at home. And the man who, when given a letter for Gar- cia, quietly takes the missive, without asking any idiotic questions, and with no lurking intention of chucking it into the nearest sewer, or of doing aught else but delivering it; who never gets "laid off," nor has to go on a strike for higher wages. Civilization is one long anxious search for just such individuals. Any- thing such a man asks shall be granted. His kind is so rare that no employer can afford to let him go. He is wanted in every city, town and village — in every office, shop, store and factory. The world cries out for such; he is needed, and needed badly — the man who can carry A Message to Garcia. STRADIVARIUS George Eliot Your soul was lifted by the wings to-day Hearing the master of the violin : You praised him, praised the great Sebastian too Who made that fine Chaconne ; but did you think Of old Antonio Stradivari? — him Who a good century and half ago SERVICE 251 Put his true work in that brown instrument And by the nice adjustment of its frame Gave it responsive life, continuous With the master's finger-tips and perfected Like them by delicate rectitude of use. Not Bach alone, helped by fine precedent Of genius gone before, nor Joachim Who holds the strain afresh incorporate By inward hearing and notation strict Of nerve and muscle, made our joy to-day: Another soul was living in the air And swaying it to true deliverance Of high invention and responsive skill: — That plain white-aproned man who stood at work Patient and accurate full fourscore years. Cherished his sight and touch by temperance, And since keen sense is love of perfectness Made perfect violins, the needed paths For inspiration and high mastery. No simpler man than he : he never cried, " Why was I born to this monotonous task Of making violins? " or flung them down To suit with hurling act a well-hurled curse At labor on such perishable stuff. Hence neighbors in Cremona held him dull, Called him a slave, a mill-horse, a machine. Begged him to tell his motives or to lend A few gold pieces to a loftier mind. Yet he had pithy words full fed by fact; For Fact, well-trusted, reasons and persuades, 252 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Is gnomic, cutting, or ironical. Draws tears, or is a tocsin to arouse — Can hold all figures of the orator In one plain sentence ; has her pauses too — Eloquent silence at the chasm abrupt Where knowledge ceases. Thus Antonio Made answers as Fact willed, and made them strong. Naldo, a painter of eclectic school, Taking his dicers, candlelight and grins From Caravaggio, and in holier groups Combining Flemish flesh with martyrdom — Knowing all tricks of style at thirty-one, And weary of them, while Antonio At sixty-nine wrought placidly his best Making the violin you heard to-day — Naldo would tease him oft to tell his aims. " Perhaps thou hast some pleasant vice to feed The love of louis d'ors in heaps of four, Each violin a heap — I've nought to blame ; My vices waste such heaps. But then, why work With painful nicety? Since fame once earned By luck or merit — of tenest by luck — (Else why do I put Bonifazio's name To work that 'pinxit Naldo ' would not sell?) Is welcome index to the wealthy mob Where they should pay their gold, and where they pay There they find merit — take your tow for flax, And hold the flax unlabelled with your name, Too coarse for sufferance." SERVICE 253 Antonio then: " I like the gold — well, yes — but not for meals. And as my stomach, so my eye and hand. And inward sense that works alone with both, Have hunger that can never feed on coin. Who draws a line and satisfies his soul. Making it crooked where it should be straight? An idiot with an oyster-shell may draw His lines along the sand, all wavering, Fixing no point or pathway to a point; An idiot one remove may choose his line, Straggle and be content; but God be praised, Antonio Stradivari has an eye That winces at false work and loves the true, With hand and arm that play upon the tgol As willingly as any singing bird Sets him to sing his morning roundelay, Because he likes to sing and likes the song." Then Naldo: " 'Tis a petty kind of fame At best, that comes of making violins; And saves no masses, either. Thou wilt go To purgatory none the less." But he: " 'Twere purgatory here to make them ill ; And for my fame — when any master holds 'Twixt chin and hand a violin of mine. He will be glad that Stradivari^ lived, Made violins, and made them of the best. The masters only know whose work is good: They will choose mine, and while God gives them skill 254 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM I give them instruments to play upon, God choosing me to help Him." "What! were God At fault for violins, thou absent? " "Yes; He were at fault for Stradivari's work." " Why, many hold Giuseppe's violins As good as thine," " May be : they are different. His quality declines: ho spoils his hand With over-drinking. But were his the best. He could not work for two. My work is mine, And, heresy or not, if my hand slacked I should rob God — since lie is fullest good — Leaving a blank instead of violins. I say, not God Himself can make man's best Witliout best men to help Him. I am one best Here in Cremona, using sunlight well To fashion finest maple till it serves More cunningly than throats for harmony. 'Tis rare delight: I would not change my skill To be the Emperor with bungling hands And lose my work, which comes as natural As self at waking." " Thou art little more Than a deft potter's wheel, Antonio; Turning out work by mere necessity And lack of varied function. Higher arts Subsist on freedom — eccentricity — Uncounted inspirations — influence SERVICE 2.55 That comes with drinking, gambling, talk turned wild, Then moody misery and lack of food — With every dithyrambic fine excess : These make at last a storm which flashes out In lightning revelations. Steady work Turns genius to a loom; the soul must lie Like grapes beneath the sun till ripeness comes And mellow vintage. I could paint you now The finest Crucifixion; yesternight Returning home I saw it on a sky Blue-black, thick-starred. I want two louis d'ors To buy the canvas and the costly blues — Trust me a fortnight." " Where arc those last two I lent thee for thy Judith ? — her thou saw'st In safi"ron gown, with Holof ernes' head And beauty all complete? " " She is but sketched : I lack the proper model — and the mood. A great idea is an eagle's egg. Craves time for hatching; while the eagle sits Feed her." " If thou wilt call thy pictures eggs I call the hatching, Work. 'Tis God gives skill, But not without men's hands: He could not make Antonio Stradivari's violins Without Antonio. Get thee to thy easel." 256 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM VOLUNTARY SERVICE Extract from Paradise Lost John Milton Son of Heaven and Earth, Attend! That thou art happy, owe to God; That thou continuest such, owe to thyself, That is, to thy obedience ; therein stand. This was that caution given thee ; be advised. God made thee perfect, not immutable; And good he made thee ; but to persevere He left it in thy power — ordained thy will By nature free, not over-ruled by fate Inextricable, or strict necessity. Our voluntary service he requires, Not our necessitated. Such with him Finds no acceptance, nor can find ; for how Can hearts not free be tried whether they serve Willing or no, who will but what- they must By destiny, and can no other choose? Myself, and all the Angelic Host, that stand In sight of God enthroned, our happy state Hold, as you yours, while our obedience holds. On other surety none ; freely we serve Because we freely love, as in our will To love or not; in this we stand or fall. SERVICE 257 ODE TO DUTY William Wordsworth Stern Daughter of the Voice of God ! Duty! if that name thou love Who art a Hght to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove ; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe; From vain temptations dost set free ; And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity! There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot; Who do thy work, and know it not : Oh! if through confidence misplaced They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power! around them cast. Serene will be our days and bright, And happy will our nature be, When love is an unerring light. And joy its own security. And they a blissful course may hold Even now, who, not unwisely bold, Live in the spirit of this creed; Yet seek thy firm support, according to their need. 258 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM I, loving freedom, and untried; No sport of every random gust, Yet being to myself a guide, Too blindly have reposed my trust : And oft, when in my heart was heard Thy timely mandate, I deferred The task, in smoother walks to stray ; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, Or strong compunction in me wrought, I supplicate for thy control ; But in the quietness of thought: Me this unchartered freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance-desires: My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same. Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace ; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face : Plowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong. To humbler functions, awful Power! I call thee : I myself commend Unto thy guidance from this hour; Oh, let my weakness have an end! SERVICE 259 Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice ; The confidence of reason give ; And in the light of truth thy Bondman let me live! THE PATH OF DUTY Extract from Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington Alfred Tennyson Yea, let all good things await Him who cares not to be great But as he saves or serves the state. Not once or twice in our rough island story The path of duty was the way to glory. He that walks it, only thirsting For the right, and learns to deaden Love of self, before his journey closes. He shall find the stubborn thistle bursting Into glossy purples, which outredden All voluptuous garden-roses. Not once or twice in our fair island story The path of duty was the way to glory. He, that ever following her commands, On with toil of heart and knees and hands, Thro' the long gorge to the far light has won His path upward, and prevaiFd, Shall find the toppling crags of Duty scaled Are close upon the shining table-lands To which our God himself is moon and sun. 260 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Such was he: his work is done, But while the races of mankind endure Let his great example stand Colossal, seen of every land, And keep the soldier firm, the statesman pure; Till in all lands and thro' all human story The path of duty be the way to glory. VITAI LAMPADA Sir Henry Newbolt There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night - Ten to make and the match to win — A bumping pitch and a blinehng light, An hour to play and the last man in. And it 's not for the sake of a ribboned coat, Or the selfish iiope of a season's fame, But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote — " Play up! play up! and play the game! " The sand of the desert is sodden red, — Red with the wreck of a square that broke; — The Catling's jammed and the Colonel dead, And the regiment blind with dust and smoke. The river of death has brimmed his banks, And England's far. and Honour a name, But the voice oi a schoolboy rallies the ranks: "Play up! play up! and play the gmne! " SERVICE 201 This is the word that yoar by year, While in h(3r place the School is set, Every one of her sons must hear, And none that hears it (Jare forget. This they all with a joyful mind Bear through life like a torch in flame, And falling fling to the host behind — " Play up! play up! and play the game! " ECHICTLOS Robert Huownino Here is a story, shall stir you! Stand up, Greeks, dead and gone, Who breasted, beat Barbarians, stemmed Persia rolling on. Did the deed and saved the world, for the day was Marathon ! No man but did his manliest, kept rank and fought away In his tribe and file: up, back, out, down — was the spear-arm play : Like the wind-whipt branchy woo(i, all spear-arms a-swing that day ! But one man kept no rank, and his sole arm plied no spear, As a flashing came and went, and a form i' the van, the rear, Brightened the battle up, for he blazed now there, now here. 262 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Nor helmed nor shielded, he! but, a goat-skin all his wear, Like a tiller of the soil, with a clown's limbs broad and bare. Went he ploughing on and on: he pushed with a ploughman's share. Did the weak mid-line give way, as tunnies on whom the shark Precipitates his bulk? Did the right-wing halt when, stark On his heap of slain lay stretched Kallimachos Pole- march? Did the steady phalanx falter? To the rescue, at the need. The clown was ploughing Persia, clearing Greek earth of weed, As he routed through the Sakian and rooted up the Mede. But the deed done, battle won, — nowhere to be descried On the meadow, by the stream, at the marsh, — look far and wide From the foot of the mountain, no, to the last blood- plashed sea-side, — Not anywhere on view blazed the large limbs thonged and brown, SERVICE 263 Shearing and clearing still with the share before which — down To the dust went Persia's pomp, as he ploughed for Greece, that clown ! How spake the Oracle? " Care for no name at all! Say but just this: ' We praise one helpful whom we call The Holder of the Ploughshare.' The great deed ne'er grows small." Not the great name ! Sing — woe for the great name Miltiades And its end at Paros isle ! Woe for Themistokles — Satrap in Sardis court! Name not the clown like these! HERVE KIEL Robert Browning On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety- two, Did the English fight the French, — woe to France ! And, the thirty-first of May, helter-skelter through the blue. Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks pursue. Came crowding ship on ship to Saint Malo on the Ranee, With the English fleet in view. 264 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM 'Twas tlie squadron that escaped, with the victor in full chase; First and foremost of the drove, in his great sliip, Dainf reville ; Close on hiin fled, great and small. Twenty-two good sliips in all ; And they signalled to the place " Help the winners of a race ! Get us guidance, give us harbor, take us quick — or, quicker still. Here's the English can and will! " Then the pilots of the place put out brisk and leapt on boarii ; " Why. what hope or chance have ships like these to pass? " laughed they: " Rocks to starboard, rocks to port, all the passage scarred and scored. Shall the Fonnidabic here with her twelve and eighty guns Think to make the river-mouth by the single narrow way. Trust to enter where 't is ticklish for a craft of twenty tons. And with flow at full beside? Now. 'tis slackest ebb of tide. Reach the mooring? Rather say. While rock stands or water runs. Not a sliip will leave the bay! " Then was called a council straight. Brief and bitter the debate: SERVICE 265 " Here's the English at our heels; would you have them take in tow All that's left us of the fleet, Imked together stern and bow, For a prize to Plymouth Sound? Better run the ships aground! " (Ended Damfrevillc his speech). " Not a minute more to wait! Let the captains all and each Shove ashore, then blow up, burn the vessels on the beach ! France nmst undergo her fate. " Give the word ! " But no such word Was ever spoke or heard; For up stood, for out stepped, for in struck amid all these — A Captain? A Lieutenant? A Mate — first, second, third? No such man of mark, and meet With his betters to compete ! But a simple Breton sailor pressed by Tourville for the fleet, A poor coasting-pilot he, Herve Riel the Croisickese. And " What mockery or maUce have we here? " cries Herve Riel ; " Are you mad, you Malouins? Are you cowards, fools, or rogues? Talk to me of rocks and shoals, me who took the sound- ings, tell 266 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM On my fingers every bank, every shallow, every swell 'Twixt the ofl&ng here, and Greve, where the river disembogues? Are you bought by English gold? Is it love the lying's for? Morn and eve, night and day, Have I piloted your bay, Entered free and anchored fast at the foot of Solidor. Burn the fleet and ruin France? That were worse than fifty Hogues! Sirs, they know I speak the truth ! Sirs, believe me there's a way ! Only let me lead the line, Have the biggest ship to steer, Get this Formidable clear, Make the others follow mine, And I lead them, most and least, by a passage I know well. Right to Solidor past Greve, And there lay them safe and sound ; And if one ship misbehave, — Keel so much as grate the ground. Why, I've nothing but my life, — here's my head! " cries Herve Riel. Not a minute more to wait. " Steer us in then, small and great! Take the hehn, lead the line, save the squadron! " cried its chief. Captains, give the sailor place! He is Admiral, in brief. SERVICE 267 Still the north-wind, by God's grace! See the noble fellow's face As the big ship, with a bound, Clears the entry like a hound, Keeps the passage as its inch of way were the wide sea's profound ! See, safe through shoal and rock, How they follow in a flock. Not a ship that misbehaves, not a keel that grates the ground, Not a spar that comes to grief! The peril see, is past, All are harbored to the last, And just as Herve Riel hollas "Anchor! " — sure as fate, Up the English come — too late ! So, the storm subsides to calm: They see the green trees wave On the heights o'erlooking Greve. Hearts that bled are stanched with balm. " Just our rapture to enhance, Let the English rake the bay. Gnash their teeth and glare askance As they cannonade away! 'Neath rampired Solidor pleasant riding on the Ranee!" How hope succeeds despair on each Captain's coun- tenance ! Out burst all with one accord, *' This is Paradise for Hell! Let France, let France's King 268 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Thank the man that did the thing! " What a shout, and all one word, "HerveRiel! " As he stepped in front once more, Not a symptom of surprise In the frank blue Breton eyes, Just the same man as before. Then said Damfreville, " My friend, I must speak out at the end. Though I find the speaking hard. Praise is deeper than the lips: You have saved the King his ships, You must name your own reward. 'Faith, our sun was near eclipse! Demand whate'er you will, France remains your debtor still. Ask to heart's content and have! or my name's not Damfreville." Then a beam of fun outbroke On the bearded mouth that spoke, As the honest heart laughed through Those frank eyes of Breton blue : " Since I needs must say my say, Since on board the duty's done, And from Malo Roads to Croisic Point, what is it but a run? — Since 'tis ask and have, I may — Since the others go ashore — SERVICE 269 Come! A good whole holiday! Leave to go and see my wife, whom I call the Belle Aurore! " That he asked and that he got, — nothing more. Name and deed alike are lost: Not a pillar nor a post In his Croisic keeps alive the feat as it befell; Not a head in white and black On a single fishing-smack, In memory of the man but for whom had gone to wrack All that France saved from the fight whence England bore the bell. Go to Paris: rank on rank Search the heroes flung pell-mell On the Louvre, face and flank! You shall look long enough ere you come to Herve Kiel. So, for better and for worse, Herve Riel, accept my verse! In my verse, Herve Riel, do thou once more Save the squadron, honor France, love thy wife, the Belle Aurore! THE HERO Extract jrom The Spanish Gypsy George Eliot No great deed is done By falterers who ask for certainty. No good is certain, but the steadfast mind, 270 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM The undivided will to seek the good: 'Tis that compels the elements, and wrings A human music from the indifferent air. The greatest gift the hero leaves his race Is to have been a hero. Say we fail ! — We feed the high tradition of the world, And leave our spirit in our children's breasts. WOLSEY'S FAREWELL Extract from King Henry VIII William Shakespeare Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear, In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes; and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be. And sleep in dull, cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee ; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory. And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wrack, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels ; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by 't? Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee: Corruption wins not more than honesty. SERVICE 271 Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues; be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's. Thy God's, and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, Crom- well! Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. THE HEROIC AGE Richard Watson Gilder He speaks not well who doth his time deplore. Naming it new and little and obscure, Ignoble and unfit for lofty deeds. All times were modern in the time of them, And this no more than others. Do thy part Here in the living day, as did the great Who made old days immortal! So shall men, Gazing long back to this far-looming hour, Say: " Then the time when men were truly men; Tho' wars grew less, their spirits met the test Of new conditions ; conquering civic wrong ; Saving the state anew by virtuous lives ; Guarding the country's honor as their own, And their own as their country's and their sons' : Proclaiming service the one test of worth; Defying leagued fraud with single truth ; Knights of the spirit; warriors in the cause Of justice absolute 'twixt man and man; Not fearing loss; and daring to be pure. When error through the land raged like a pest 272 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM They calmed the madness caught from mind to mind By wisdom drawn from old, and counsel sane; And as the martyrs of the ancient world Gave Deatli for man, so nobly gave they Life: Those the great days, and that the heroic age.'* THE SPIRIT OF LINCOLN Extract from Lincoln, the Man of the People Edwin Maiikham One fire was on his spirit, one resolve — To send the keen ax to the root of wrong, Clearing a free way for the feet of God, The eyes of conscience testing every stroke, To make his deed the measure of a man. He built the rail-pile as he built the State, Pouring his splendid strength through every blow: The grij) that swung the ax in Illinois Was on the pen that set a people free. So came the Captain with the mighty heart; And when the judgment thunders split the house, Wrenching the rafters from their ancient rest. He held the ridgepole up, and spikt again The rafters of the Home. He held his place — Held the long purpose like a growing tree — Held on through blame and faltered not at praise. SERVICE 273 And when he fell in whirlwind, ho went down As when a lordly cedar, green with boughs, Goes down with a great shout upon the hills, And leaves a lonesome place against the sky. WANTED J. G. Holland God give us men ! A time like this demands Strong minds, great hearts, true faith, and ready hands; Men whom the lust of office does not kill ; Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy; Men who possess opinions and a will ; Men who have honor, — men who will not lie ; Men who can stand before a demagogue. And damn his treacherous flatteries without winking! Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog In public duty, and in private thinking: For while the rabble, with their thumb-worn creeds, Their large professions and their little deeds, — Mingle in selfish strife, lo! Freedom weeps. Wrong rules the land, and waiting Justice sleeps! THE NEED OF THE HOUR Edwin Markham Fling forth the triple-colored flag to dare The bright, untraveled highways of the air. Blow the undaunted bugles, blow, and yet Let not the boast betray us to forget. 274 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Lo, there are high adventures for this hour — Tourneys to test the sinews of our power. For we must parry — as the years increase — The hazards of success, the risks of peace ! What do we need to keep the nation whole, To guard the pillars of the State? We need The fine audacities of honest deed ; The homely old integrities of soul ; The swift temerities that take the part Of outcast right — the wisdom of the heart; Brave hopes that Mammon never can detain, Nor sully with his gainless clutch for gain. We need the Cromwell fire to make us feel The common burden and the public trust To be a thing as sacred and august As the white vigil where the angels kneel. We need the faith to go a path untrod. The power to be alone and vote with God. PEACE Preston William Slosson Transmute the ancient valor of arrow, pike and sword, The virtues which the weary march and the battlefield afford ; Courage and faith reblazon for the needful work of peace, SERVICE 275 The common tasks that still remain altho all warfare cease, And the daily toll of vigilance demanded by the Lord. Peace among sons of Adam ; ally ye, all good folk ; Revolt in a common effort against a common yoke. War to the hilt with nature, conquer from cloud to soil ; Air and ocean before you lie vanquished by common toil. Win freedom as ye did from men by stubborn stroke on stroke. But none may strive with nature with sword-blades torn by rust, And defeat awaits the army dissevered by mistrust. First must we cleanse the nation of greed and hate- born lies, And forego unequal favor as a willing sacrifice, God! above all blessings, make Thou our country just! A VISION OF PEACE Wallace Rice Fitly one dies for his country, sweet is the death she bestows ; Glad is the red field of battle, gayly the bright trumpet blows ; Forth as a bride to her bridegroom Death to the warrior goes. 276 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Bitter the long life of duty, seeking nor laurel nor bay, Striving with foes of the Nation grasping her honor as prey, Glanced at askance by his fellows, walking the long, narrow way. Gallant the charge and the onslaught, cheering to- gether to go; Silent Mild lonely the warfare 'gainst an insidious foe: Glory and death are the soldier's; hatred and life oth- ers know. Fighting America's battles whether by land or by sea. Who could be less than a hero under that flag of the Read of, and cherish, and love them — such arc tlie men all would be. Treason is death in the army, death's for the enemy's spy: Think you no Andre nor Arnold dwells within sight of your eye? Perfidy to great ideals, that must you strike till you die! Vigilance, ceaseless, eternal, ever was Liberty's price: If you are slaves, 'twas your fathers left you to slavish device ; Would you make slaves of your children? Sleep for a time — 't will sufl&ce. SERVICE 277 Truth is the right of your country: Lie, and she lies to your grief; Honor, and that is your country's: Bribe, and you bribe her as lief; Honesty, that is your country's: Thieve, and she, too, is a thief. Too much the world thinks on Dives: Harken to Laz- arus, too, — All of his sores are his country's: Heal them if you would be true — Heal them, or share an infection you and your children must rue. Never was minted a dollar equal in worth to a tear. Never success worth the having gained through another soul's fear: Smiles mark the highway to triumph when a man's title is clear. Still at the eye of the needle Selfishness struggles his fill. No man may serve God and Mammon: Love — Love alone — is God's will. Scourged were the changers of money — Greed stands the root of all ill. No end can justify evil: Piety, Culture, and State Stand as accursed forever, else on Jehovah must wait: Think you for " civili?ation " God will His Justice abate? 278 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Dear is the thought of the Nation; dearer is Freedom to me; Dearest of all through the ages, Truth, that alone makes us free : Verity, Liberty, Country, grant us their union to see! Plant high the Cross on the hilltop, thither in humble- ness strive! Offer no children to Mammon — luxury lets no man thrive ; Feed not our bravest to Moloch — must the unfittest survive? Ever is war deed for savage, born of the ancestral taint. Slay? So do beasts that shall perish : Where is Man's God-like restraint? Leave them their teeth and their talons; leave him the fight of the Saint! Brave are the victors in combat; brave were the con- quered as well. Valor sits close by the dying; valor the living, too, spell. Courage far finer than carnage Peace, serene, smiling, can tell. Beaten our swords into ploughshares, fortresses turned into schools. Cavalry tilling the prairie, infantry busy with tools. Navies deep Iftden with bounty — thus fair America rules: SERVICE 279 Throughout the breadth of the Union Happiness all the day long, Ever a Hope for the nations, everywhere music and song. Always our Stars the World's Conscience, Stripes against tyrants and Wrong. Day of Good Will, speed your coming! Justice and Mercy, increase! Love for the loveless, grow mighty ! Hate for the hate- fullest, cease! So shall Man win his last battle, led by the Christ Who is Peace. SOLDIERS OF PEACE Bayard Taylor It is the brave that first forget, And noble foes that first unite; Not they who strife and passion whet. Then slink when comes the need to smite. 'Tis mutual courage that forgives. And answering honor that outlives The onset's hour, the battle's day: The hearts that dare are quick to feel; The hands that wound are soft to heal; The blood that dims a hero's steel His proud tears wash away! 'Tis time your bard restrung his harp, That long hath echoed in its note 280 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM The volley's rattle, fierce and sharp, The thunder-bass of cannon-throat; That sang of fields where Glory swayed, But wingless Victory paused, and stayed To see her only flag unfurled ; That summoned, as a bugle blown ; That challenged, as a trumpet's tone; That quickened, as a bolt is thrown From heaven, to shake the world ! Ah ! must we then renounce the theme That first can rouse and best inspire, — The splendor of the soldier's dream. The ardor of the patriot's fire? When each, to sternest duty bowed. Makes all, as common kindred, proud, And blots the long reproach of Time, — When Youth forgets what most is fair. And Age assumes a nobler care. And Manhood, as a wave in air, Heaves high, to fall sublime! The virtues, poured in lavish flood To whelm our coarser Self in shame; The pure infection of the blood That burned for loftier meed than fame. Must these be lost? — or absent now The song of lip, the light of brow. Remembering they were doubly ours And, though we honor both as one, SERVICE 281 That strain of blood, in both begun, Say, lies it buried from the sun, Beneath memorial flowers? Not so ! — the summit of his deed Is the true measure of the man, Though once alone he caught the speed That every baser aim outran. What once a moment is, assures The certainty of what endures, And thus its sacred law decrees ; So ye, whom battle spared or scarred. Safe-sheltered now from disregard, Harken to England's blind old bard: " Peace hath her victories! " What once, in fiery test of war. So proved itself, must ever stand, To make the land worth living for, Since others died to save the land ! — Take from their lips the parted breath ! Make Life as glorious as is Death To them that triumph when they fall. Still bid the phantom squadrons throng; Their purpose and their will prolong To guard the Right, repel the Wrong, And giving, gain, their all! Are they but soldiers who enlist When peril shocks the Nation's heart? Who leave the maiden's lips unkissed. Or kiss the wife and child, and part? — 282 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM But soldiers then, when calls the drum And calls the flashing bayonet: " Come! " And batteries challenge : " If you dare ! " — When all the standards wave unfurled, And other clouds than Heaven's are hurled To dim the beauty of the world, And death floats free in air ! They most are soldiers, who shall keep That climax of their manhood yet; Who stand on guard when others sleep And bear in mind what all forget! Not in the clash of steel is found, For them, the only battle-ground: Equipped and armed, through life they go, Their hearts' best blood resolved to spend, Where Honor shows some grander end, — For whom each true man is a friend, And each false man a foe! If knaves beguile, by felon art. The shifting favor of the hour; If civic rule from right depart. And brazen Impudence has power: If low Ambition buy his place While Merit waits in half-disgrace. Still undecided sways the fight: The bugle still to charge commands; There is no truce of tongues or hands. No quarter, while one foeman stands To mock eternal Right! SERVICE 283 The idle blade is gnawed with rust, Though meteor of a hundred fields; The lance, unhandled, falls to dust, That proved its grain on shivered shields. And Manhood, that has learned to dare, Should as a sword his courage wear, His honor as a flag defend ; — Should stand, amid the heedless host, A lifelong sentry at his post. His sole device and knightly boast: To break, but not to bend! Soldiers of Peace ! — in war began Your service, and it must not cease Until the soldier through the man Has conquered and ennobled peace! Frank eyes of youth grow bright, to trace A spell on each historic face That sets your lives their own above; And woman's homage, sweet and shy, Not woman's pride shall dare deny, Since he who readiest is to die Is truest in his love ! One loyal habit summons all From out the dust of old desires. One spark of truth your deeds let fall Shall fill the land with fresher fires! Though Youth's belief be Manhood's doubt, And generous hopes be trampled out By cynic scorn or selfish will, 284 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Yet honor stays, devotion burns, And pride that mean concession spurns: No man his early faith unlearns. And keeps his manhood still! This, Soldiers, be your chosen fate. Your fame that longest shall endure; 'Tis noble, thus to save a State, But nobler yet to make it pure. For all whose swords were bravely crossed There is no true cause that was lost! Defeat unites with Victory To win, for each, a grander aim, — One Fatherland, redeemed from blame; One Past, of sadder, prouder fame; One Future, just and free! THE BETTER WAY Susan Coolidge yWno serves his country best? Tot he who, for a brief and stormy space, Leads forth her armies to the fierce affray. Short is the time of turmoil and unrest, Long years of peace succeed it and replace: There is a better way. Who serves his country best? Not he who guides her senates in debate, And makes the laws which are her prop and stay; SERVICE 285 Not he who wears the poet's purple vest And sings her songs of love and grief and fate: There is a better way. He serves his country best, Who joins the tide that lifts her nobly on; For speech has myriad tongues for every day, And song but one ; and law within the breast Is stronger than the graven law on stone: This is a better way. He serves his country best Who lives pure life, and doeth righteous deed, And walks straight paths, however others stray, And leaves his sons as uttermost bequest A stainless record which all men may read: This is the better way. No drop but serves the slowly lifting tide, No dew but has an errand to some flower, No smallest star but sheds some helpful ray, And man by man, each giving to all the rest. Makes the firm bulwark of the country's power : There is no better way. THE SOLDIERS' RECESSIONAL John H. Finley Down from the choir with feebled step and slow, Singing their brave recessional they go, Gray, broken, choristers of war. 286 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Bearing aloft before their age-dimmed eyes, As 'twere their cross for sign of sacrifice, The flags which they in battle bore, — Down from the choir where late with hoarse throaia sang Till all the sky-arched vast cathedral rang With echoes of their rough-made song, Where roared the organ's deep artillery, And screamed the slender pipe's dread minstrelsy In fierce debate of right and wrong. Down past the altar, bright with flowers, they tread The aisles 'neath which in sleep their comrades dead Keep bivouac after their red strife. Their own ranks thinner growing as they march Into the shadows of the narrow arch Which hides the lasting from this life. Soon, soon, will pass the last gray pilgrim through Of that thin line in surplices of blue Winding as some tired stream a-sea; Soon, soon, will sound upon our list'ning ears His last song's quaver as he disappears Beyond our answering litany ; And soon the faint antiphonal refrain. Which memory repeats in sweetened strain, Will come as from some far cloud-shore ; Then, for a space the hush of unspoke prayer. And we who've knelt shall rise with heart to dare The thing in peace they sang in war. SERVICE 287 THE CHILDREN'S SONG RuDYARD Kipling Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee Our love and toil in the years to be, When we are grown and take our place, As men and women with our race. Father in Heaven who lovest all, Oh help Thy children when they call; That they may build from age to age, An undefiled heritage ! Teach us to bear the yoke in youth. With steadfastness and careful truth ; That, in our time, Thy Grace may give The Truth whereby the Nations live. Teach us to rule ourselves alway. Controlled and cleanly night and day; That we may bring, if need arise, No maimed or worthless sacrifice. Teach us to look in all our ends, On Thee for judge, and not our friends; That we, with Thee, may walk uncowed By fear or favor of the crowd. Teach us the Strength that cannot seek, By deed or thought, to hurt the weak ; That, under Thee, we may possess Man's strength to comfort man's distress. 288 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Teach us Delight in simple things, And Mirth that has no bitter springs; Forgiveness free of evil done, And Love to all men 'neath the sun! Land of our Birth, our Faith, our Pride, For whose dear sake our fathers died; O Motherland, we pledge to thee, Head, heart, and hand through the years to be! THE FATHERLAND James Russell Lowell Where is the true man's fatherland? Is it where he by chance is born? Doth not the yearning spirit scorn In such scant borders to be spanned? Oh yes I his fatherland must be As the blue heaven wide and free! Is it alone where freedom is, Where God is God and man is man? Doth he not claim a broader span For the soul's love of home than this? Oh yes! his fatherland must be As the blue heaven wide and free ! Where'er a human heart doth wear Joy's myrtle- wreath or sorrow's gyves, Where'er a human spirit strives SERVICE 289 After a life more true and fair, There is the true man's birthplace grand, His is a world-wide fatherland ! Where'er a single slave doth pine, . Where'er one man may help another, — Thank God for such a birthright, brother, — That spot of earth is thine and mine! There is the true man's birthplace grand. His is a world-wide fatherland! STANZAS ON FREEDOM James Russell Lowell Men ! whose boast it is that ye Come of fathers brave and free, If there breathe on earth a slave, Are ye truly free and brave? If ye do not feel the chain, When it works a brother's pain, Are ye not base slaves indeed. Slaves unworthy to be freed? Women ! who shall one day bear Sons to breathe New England air. If ye hear, without a blush, Deeds to make the roused blood rush' Like red lava through your veins, For your sisters now in chains, — ■ Answer! are ye fit to be Mothers of the brave and free? 290 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Is true Freedom but to break Fetters for our own dear sake, And, with leathern hearts, forget That we owe mankind a debt? No! true freedom is to share All the chains our brothers wear, And, with heart and hand, to be Earnest to make others free! They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak ; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse. Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think; They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three. WASHINGTON Hezekiah Butterworth Arise ! — 'tis the day of our Washington's glory, The garlands uplift for our liberties won, And sing in your gladness his echoing story. Whose sword swept for Freedom the fields of the sun. Not with gold, nor with gems, But with evergreens vernal, And the banners of stars that the continent span, Crown, crown we the chief of the heroes eternal, Who lifted his sword for the birthright of man! « 2 fa iS H .S 2 '^ (0 ^ S be S 5 o '5 o c '-' Pk H^ s SERVICE 291 He gave us a nation ; to make it immortal He laid down for Freedom the sword that he drew, And his faith leads us on through the uplifting portal Of the glories of peace and our destinies new. Not with gold, nor with gems, But with evergreens vernal, And the flags that the nations of liberty span. Crown, crown him the chief of the heroes eternal, Who laid down his sword for the birthright of man! Lead, Face of the Future, serene in thy beauty, Till o'er the dead heroes the Peace-star shall gleam. Till Right shall be Might in the counsels of duty. And the service of man be life's glory supreme. Not with gold, nor with gems. But with evergreens vernal. And the flags that the nations in brotherhood span, Crown, crown we the chief of the heroes eternal, Whose honor was gained by his service to man! Spirit of Liberty, sweet are thy numbers! The winds to thy banners their tribute shall bring While rolls the Potomac where Washington slumbers. And his natal day comes with the angels of spring. We follow thy counsels, hero eternal! To highest achievements the school leads the van. And, crowning thy brow with the evergreens vernal, We pledge thee our all to the service of man ! 292 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM ABOU BEN ADHEM Leigh Hunt Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw, within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold : — Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold. And to the presence in the room he said, " What writest thou? " — The vision rais'd its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answer'd, " The names of those who love the Lord." " And is mine one? " said Abou. " Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low. But cheerly still ; and said, " I pray thee then. Write me as one that loves his fellow-men." The angel wrote and vanish 'd. The next night It came again with a great wakening light. And show'd the names whom love of God had bless'd, And lo ! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest. THE HERO John Greenleaf Whittier " Oh for a knight like Bayard, Without reproach or fear; My light glove on his casque of steel, My love-knot on his spear! SERVICE 293 " Oh for the white plume floating Sad Zutphen's field above, — The lion heart in battle, The woman's heart in love! " Oh that man once more were manly, Woman's pride, and not her scorn : That once more the pale young mother Dared to boast ' a man is born ' ! " But now life's slumberous current No sun-bowed cascade wakes; No tall, heroic manhood The level dullness breaks. " Oh for a knight like Bayard, Without reproach or fear! My light glove on his casque of steel. My love-knot on his spear! " Then I said, my own heart throbbing To the time her proud pulse beat, " Life hath its regal natures yet, True, tender, brave and sweet! " Smile not, fair unbeliever! One man, at least, I know, Who might wear the crest of Bayard Or Sidney's plume of snow. 294 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM " Once, when over purple mountains Died away the Grecian sun, And the far Cyllenian ranges Paled and darkened, one by one, — " Fell the Turk, a bolt of thunder, Cleaving all the quiet sky. And against his sharp steel lightnings Stood the Suliote but to die. "Woe for the weak and halting! The crescent blazed behind A curving line of sabres. Like fire before the wind! " Last to fly, and first to rally, Rode he of whom I speak. When, groaning in his bridle-path, Sank down a wounded Greek. "With the rich Albanian costume Wet with many a ghastly stain. Gazing on earth and sky as one Who might not gaze again! " He looked forward to the mountains. Back on foes that never spare, Then flung him from his saddle, And placed the stranger there! SERVICE 295 t( ( Allah ! hu ! ' Through flashing sabres, Through a stormy hail of lead, The good Thessalian charger Up the slopes of olives sped. " Hot spurred the turbaned riders ; He almost felt their breath, Where a mountain stream rolled darkly down Between the hills and death. " One brave and manful struggle, — He gained the solid land, And the cover of the mountains, And the carbines of his band ! " " It was very great and noble," Said the moist-eyed listener then, " But one brave deed makes no hero ; Tell me what he since hath been ! " " Still a brave and generous manhood, Still an honor without stain. In the prison of the Kaiser, By the barricades of Seine. " But dream not helm and harness The sign of valor true! Peace hath higher tests of manhood Than battle ever knew. 296 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM " Wouldst know him now? Behold him, The Cadmus of the bUnd, Giving the dumb Hp language, The idiot-clay a mind. " Walking his round of duty Serenely day by day, With the strong man's hand of labor And childhood's heart of play. " True as the knights of story, Sir Lancelot and his peers, Brave in his calm endurance As they in tilt of spears. " As waves in stillest waters. As stars in noonday skies. All that wakes to noble action In his noon of calmness lies. "Wherever outraged Nature Asks word or action brave. Wherever struggles labor, Wherever groans a slave, — " Wherever rise the peoples, Wherever sinks a throne, The throbbing heart of Freedom finds An answer in his own. SERVICE 297 " Knight of a better era, Without reproach or fear! Said I not well that Bayards And Sidneys still are here? IS LIFE WORTH LIVING Extract Alfred Austin Is life worth living? Yes, so long As there is wrong to right, Wail of the weak against the strong, Or tyranny to fight; Long as there lingers gloom to chase, Or streaming tear to dry, One kindred woe, one sorrowing face That smiles as we draw nigh ; Long as at tale of anguish swells The heart, and lids grow wet, And at the sound of Christmas bells We pardon and forget; So long as Faith with Freedom reigns, And loyal Hope survives, And gracious Charity remains To leaven lowly lives; While there is one untrodden tract For Intellect or Will, And men are free to think and act Life is worth living still. 298 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM WHAT MIGHT BE DONE Charles Mackay What might be done if men were wise, — What glorious deeds, my suffering brother, Would they unite In love and right. And cease their scorn of one another? Oppression's heart might be imbued With kindling drops of loving-kindness; And knowledge pour. From shore to shore. Light on the eyes of mental blindness. All slavery, warfare, lies and wrongs. All vice and crime, might die together; And wine and corn. To each man born. Be free as warmth in summer weather. The meanest wretch that ever trod. The deepest sunk in guilt and sorrow, Might stand erect In self-respect, And share the teeming world to-morrow. What might be done? This might be done. And more than this, my suffering brother, - More than the tongue E'er said or sung. If men were wise, and loved each other. SERVICE 299 IN TIMES OF PEACE Richard Watson Gilder TwAs said : " When roll of drum and battle's roar Shall cease upon the earth, 0, then no more " The deed, the race, of heroes in the land." But scarce that word was breathed when one small hand Lifted victorious o'er a giant wrong That had its victims crushed through ages long ; Some woman set her pale and quivering face, Firm as a rock, against a man's disgrace ; A little child suffered in silence lest His savage pain should wound a mother's breast; Some quiet scholar flung his gauntlet down And risked, in Truth's great name, the synod's frown; A civic hero, in the calm realm of laws. Did that which suddenly drew a world's applause ; And one to the pest his lithe young body gave That he a thousand thousand lives might save. 300 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM VOICES OF THE SPIRITS From Prometheus Unbound Percy Bysshe Shelley first spirit On a battle-trumpet's blast I fled hither, fast, fast, fast, 'Mid the darkness upward cast. From the dust of creeds outworn, From the tyrant's banner torn. Gathering round me, onward borne, There was mingled many a cry — Freedom! Hope! Death! Victory! Till they faded through the sky; And one sound above, around, One sound beneath, around, above. Was moving; 'twas the soul of love; 'Twas the hope, the prophecy. Which begins and ends in thee. SECOND SPIRIT A rainbow's arch stood on the sea, Which rocked beneath, immovably; And the triumphant storm did flee. Like a conqueror, swift and proud. Begirt with many a captive cloud, A shapeless, dark and rapid crowd, Each by lightning riven in half. I heard the thunder hoarsely laugh. SERVICE 301 Mighty fleets were strewn like chaff And spread beneath a hell of death O'er the white waters. I alit On a great ship lightning-split, And speeded hither on the sigh Of one who gave an enemy His plank, then plunged aside to die. THIRD SPIRIT I sat beside a sage's bed, And the lamp was burning red Near the book where he had fed, When a Dream with plumes of flame To his pillow hovering came. And I knew it was the same Which had kindled long ago Pity, eloquence, and woe; And the world awhile below Wore the shade its lustre made. It has borne me here as fleet As Desire's lightning feet; I must ride it back ere morrow, Or the sage will wake in sorrow. FOURTH SPIRIT On a poet's lips I slept Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept; Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses 302 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses. He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy bloom, Nor heed nor see what things they be; But from these create he can Forms more real than living man, Nurslings of immortality! One of these awakened me, And I sped to succor thee. " WHEN THERE IS PEACE " Austin Dobson " When there is Peace our land no more Will be the land we knew of yore." Thus do our facile seers foretell The truth that none can buy or seU And e'en the wisest must ignore. When we have bled at every pore, Shall we still strive for gear and store? Will it be Heaven? Will it be Hell? When there is Peace. This let us pray for, this implore : That, all base dreams thrust out at door, We may in loftier aims excel And, like men waking from a spell. Grow stronger, nobler, than before, When there is Peace. SERVICE 303 WE THAT LOOK ON Austin Dobson We that look on, with God's goodwill, Have one plain duty to fulfil: To drive — by all fair means — afar This hideous Juggernaut of War, And teach the Future not to kill. But there's a plainer duty still : We need to meet the instant ill. To heal the wound, to hide the scar — We that look on! What timelier task for brain and quill Than aiding eyes no light can thrill. No sight of all good things that are. No morning sky, no evening star — Shall we not help with all our skill, We that look on? THE RED CROSS SPIRIT SPEAKS John H. Finley Wherever war, with its red woes. Or flood, or fire, or famine goes, There, too, go I; If earth in any quarter quakes Or pestilence its ravage makes, Thither I fly. 304 PEACE AND PATRIOTISM I kneel behind the soldier's trench, I walk 'mid shambles' smear and stench, The dead I mourn ; I bear the stretcher and I bend O'er Fritz and Pierre and Jack to mend What shells have torn. I go wherever men may dare, I go wherever woman's care And love can live, Wherever strength and skill can bring Surcease to human suffering. Or solace give. I helped upon Haldora's shore; With Hospitaller Knights I bore The first red cross; I was the Lady of the Lamp; I saw in Solferino's camp The crimson loss. I am your pennies and your pounds; I am your bodies on their rounds Of pain afar; I am you, doing what you would If you were only where you could — Your avatar. The cross which on my arm I wear, The flag which o'er my breast I bear, Is but the sign SERVICE 305 Of what you'd sacrifice for him Who suffers on the helUsh rim Of War's red line. THE STRENUOUS LIFE Extract from a speech on national questions at Chi- cago, April 10, 1899 Theodore Roosevelt I WISH to preach, not the doctrine of ignoble ease, but the doctrine of the strenuous life, the life of toil and effort, of labor and strife; to preach that highest form of success which comes, not to the man who desires mere easy peace, but to the man who does not shrink from danger, from hardship, or from bitter toil, and who out of these wins the splendid ultimate triumph. A life of ignoble ease, a life of that peace which springs merely from lack either of desire or of power to strive after great things, is as little worthy of a nation as of an individual. I ask only that what every self-respecting American demands from himself and from his sons shall be demanded of the American nation as a whole. Who among you would teach your boys that ease, that peace, is to be the first consideration in their eyes — to be the ultimate goal after which they strive? You work yourselves, and you bring up your sons to work. If you are rich and are worth your salt, you will teach your sons that though they may have leisure it is not to be spent in idleness; for wisely used leisure 306 IPEACE AND PATRIOTISM merely means that those who possess it, being free from the necessity of working for their livehhood, are all the more bound to carry on some kind of non-remuner- ative work in science, in letters, in art, in exploration, in historical research — work of the type we most need in this country, the successful carrying out of which reflects most honor upon the nation. We do not admire the man of timid peace. We ad- mire the man who embodies victorious efforts, the man who never wrongs his neighbor, who is prompt to help a friend, but who has those virile qualities necessary to win in the stern strife of actual life. It is hard to fail, but it is worse never to have tried to succeed. In this life we get nothing save by effort. Freedom from effort in the present merely means that there has been stored up effort in the past. A man can be freed from the necessity of work only by the fact that he or his fathers before him have worked to good purpose. If the freedom thus purchased is used aright, and the man still does actual work, though of a different kind, whether as a writer or a general, whether in the field of politics or in the field of exploration and adventure, he shows he deserves his good fortune. But if he treats this period of freedom from the need of actual labor as a period not of preparation, but of mere enjoyment, even though perhaps not of vicious enjoyment, he shows that he is simply a cumberer on the earth's surface; and he surely unfits himself to hold his own with his fellows, if the need to do so should again arise. A mere life of ease is not in the end a very satisfactory life, and, above all, it is a life which ulti- SERVICE 307 mately unfits those who follow it for serious work in the world. As it is with the individual, so it is with the nation. It is a base untruth to say that happy is the nation that has no history. Thrice happy is the nation that has a glorious history. Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure, than to take rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much, because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat. No country can long endure if its foundations are not laid deep in the material prosperity which comes from thrift, from business energy and enterprise, from hard, unsparing effort in the fields of industrial activity; but neither was any nation ever yet truly great if it relied upon material prosperity alone. All honor must be paid to the architects of our material prosperity; to the great captains of industry who have built our fac- tories and our railroads; to the strong men who toil for wealth with brain or hand, for great is the debt of the nation to these and their kind. But our debt is yet greater to the men whose highest type is to be found in a statesman like Lincoln, a soldier like Grant. They showed by their lives that they recognized the law of work, the law of strife; they toiled to win a com- petence for themselves and those dependent upon them; but they recognized that there were yet other and even loftier duties — duties to the nation and duties to the race. INDEX OF TITLES FAOB Abou Ben Adhem Hunt ...... 292 Ad Patriam Scollard 48 America Bates 41 America Dobell 185 America Lanier 48 America Smith 77 America Taylor 28 America the Beautiful Bates 38 America to England Woodberry ... 193 America to Great Britain Allston 183 American Flag, The Drake 53 Angel of Peace Whittier .... 98 Angels' Song, The Sears 172 Armageddon Arnold 145 Arsenal at Springfield, The Longjellow . . . 114 At Gibraltar Woodberry . . . 142 Bartholdi Statue, The Whittier .... 200 Battle-Hymn of the Republic Howe 80 Battle of Blenheim, The Southey .... 123 Better Way, The Coolidge .... 284 Brabangonne, La Dechez 236 Britons and Guests Thomas .... 194 Burghers' Battle, The Morris 121 Causes of War, The Swijt 117 Centennial Hymn Whittier .... 174 Challenge to America, A Lemon 190 Character of the Happy Warrior .... Wordsworth . . . 243 Children's Song, The Kipling .... 287 Christ of the Andes, The Winter 167 Christmas Carol, A Coleridge .... 106 Christmas in 1875 Bryant 108 Columbia Monroe .... 49 Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean '^ . . , A Becket .... 85 1 Written in 1843 by Thomas a Becket, an English actor, at that time playing in Philadelphia. Frequently attributed to David T. Shaw, the singer, for whom the verses were written, and sometimes to Timothy Dwight. 309 310 INDEX OF TITLES Columbus Hale 26 Conditions of Peace, The Wilson 206 Dawn of Peace, The Noyes 143 E Pluribus Unum Cutter 74 Eagle's Song, The Mansfield .... 35 Echetlos Browning .... 261 England and America Sangster .... 188 Fatherland, The Lowell 288 Federation of the World, The Dole 225 Festival Hymn Buck 177 Flag Goes By, The Bennett .... 64 Flag of our Country, The Stanton .... 68 Flag of the Constellation, The Read 55 Flower of Liberty, The Holmes 58 For the Gifts of the Spirit Sill 181 Garden of the Holy Virgin, The .... Kuprin 110 Garibaldi's War Hymn Mercantini . . . 235 Glorious Fourth, 'The Howe 150 God Save the King Carey 229 God, the All-Terrible Chorley .... 180 Good Citizenship Cleveland .... 76 Hail, Columbia Hopkinson ... 82 Hear, O Ye Nations Hosmer 178 Hero, The Eliot 269 Hero, The Whittier .... 292 Heroic Age, The Gilder 271 Herve Riel Browning .... 263 Hymn of Free Russia Balmont .... 237 Hymn of Peace, A Holmes 176 Hymn to Liberty Salomos .... 234 I Hear America Singing Whitman .... 30 Illusion of War Le Gallienne . . . 116 In Times of Peace Gilder 299 International Ode Holmes 173 Is Life Worth Living? Austin 297 Land That We Love Gilder 47 League of Nations, A Wilson 216 Liberty Enlightening the World .... Stedman .... 43 Lille, Laon and St. Die Finley 202 Love of Country Scott 25 Makers of the Flag Lane 65 Marseillaise, La Rouget de Lisle . . 232 Meaning of the Flag, The Wilson 68 Message of Peace, The Howe 139 INDEX OF TITLES 311 Message to Garcia, A Hubbard .... 246 Midnight — the 31st of December, 1900 . Phillips 148 My Country Lowell 34 Name of France, The Van Dyke .... 205 National Flag, The Beecher .... 60 National Flag, The Sumner 57 National Hymn Roberts .... 86 Need of the Hour, The Markham .... 273 New National Hymn, A Crawford .... 36 Ode : July 4, 1857 Emerson .... 32 Ode Sung at the Opening of the Inter- national Exhibition Tennyson .... 137 Ode to Duty Wordsworth ... 257 Ode to Peace Tennant .... 96 " Oh Mother of a Mighty Race " . . . . Bryant 26 One Country Stanton 40 Our Country Hosmer 179 Our Country Howe 31 Path of Duty, The Tennyson .... 259 Patria Hugo 197 Patriot Hymn, The Dole 182 Peace Slosson 274 Peace Thomson .... 94 Peace among Nations Cowper 102 Peace and War Shelley 98 Peace Hymn for England and America . Huntington . . . 187 Peace on Earth Longfellow . . . 171 Peace-Pipe, The Longfellow . . . 155 Peace Song Ruskin 140 Prayer for Peace, The Noyes 151 Princeton, May, 1917 Noyes 195 Prophecy of Peace Pope 92 Pyres, The Hagedom .... 126 Red Cross Spirit Speaks, The Finley 303 Republic, The Longfellow ... 39 Ring Out, Wild Bells Tennyson .... 241 Rule, Britannia Thomson .... 230 Scots, Wha Hae Bums 231 Serbian National Anthem 236 Ship of Democracy, The Whitman .... 46 Soldiers of Peace Taylor 279 Soldiers' Recessional, The Finley 285 Song for Peace, A Miller 135 Sonnets Written in the Fall of 1914 . . . Woodberry ... 153 312 INDEX OF TITLES Spirit of Lincoln, The Markham .... 272 Stanzas on Freedom Lowell 289 Star-Spangled Banner, The Key 79 Stradivarius Eliot 250 Strenuous Life, The Roosevelt .... 305 To America Austin 192 To the United States of America .... Bridges 214 Treaty Elm, The Read 165 Tribute to America Shelley 185 True Glory Milton 93 True Peace Browning .... 129 Trumpets of Doolkamein, The .... Hunt 163 Tubal Cain Machay .... 160 Union and Liberty Holmes 72 Universal Republic, The Hugo 212 Unmanifest Destiny Hovey 45 Violent Deeds Homer 92 Vision of Peace, A Rice 275 Vision of Peace, The Dole 168 Vision of the Future Tennyson .... 91 Vista, A Symonds .... 169 Vital Lampada Newbolt .... 2G0 Vive la France Holmes 199 Voices of the Spirits Shelley 300 Voluntary Service Milton 256 Wanted Holland .... 273 War and Peace Tennyson .... 128 Washington Butterworth . . . 290 We That Look On Dobson 303 What Constitutes a State Jones 242 What Might Be Done Mackay .... 298 When the Great Gray Ships Come In . . Carryl 133 " When There Is Peace " Dobson 302 Wolsey's Farewell Shakespeare . . . 270 World Peace, The Wells 214 INDEX OF AUTHORS A Becket, Thomas .... 85 Allston, Washington . . . 183 Arnold, Sir Edwin .... 145 Austin, Alfred . . . .192,297 Balmont, Konstantin . . . 237 Bates, Arlo 41 Bates, Katharine Lee ... 38 Beecher, Henry Ward ... 60 Bennett, Henry Holcomb . 64 Bridges, Robert 214 Browning, Elizabeth Barrett 129 Browning, Robert . . .261,263 Bryant, William Cullen . 26, 108 Buck, Dudley 177 Burns, Robert 231 Butterworth, Hezekiah . . 290 Carey, Henry 229 Carryl, Guy Wetmore . . . 133 Chorley, H. F 180 Cleveland, Grover .... 76 Coleridge, Samuel Taylor . 106 Coolidge, Susan 284 Cowper, William 102 Crawford, Francis Marion . 36 Cutter, George Washington 74 Dechez, Louis 236 Dobell, Sydney 185 Dobson, Austin .... 302, 303 Dole, Nathan Haskell . . . 168, 182, 225 Drake, Joseph Rodman . . 53 Eliot, George 250,269 Emerson, Ralph Waldo . . 32 Finley, John H. . . 202, 285, 303 Gilder, Richard Watson 31 80 Hagedorn, Hermann . Hale, Edward Everett . Holland, J. G. ... Holmes, Oliver Wendell 83, 173 Homer .... Hopkinson, Joseph Hosmer, Frederick L Hovey, Richard . Howe, Julia Ward Hubbard, Elbert . Hugo, Victor . . Hunt, Leigh . , Huntington, George Jones, Sir WilUam Key, Francis Scott Kipling, Rudyard Kuprin, Alexander Lane, Franklin K. Lanier, Sidney Le Gallienne, Richard Lemon, Mark . . . liOngfellow, Henry Wadsworth 39, 114, 155 Longfellow, Samuel .... 171 Lowell, James Russell 34,288,289 • 47, 271,299 . 126 26 . 273 58, 72, 176, 199 . 92 . 82 178, 179 . 45 139, 150 . 246 197,212 163,292 187 242 79 287 110 65 48 116 190 Mackay, Charles Mansfield, Richard Markham, Edwin Mercantini, Luigi Miller, Joaquin . Milton, John . . 160, 298 . 35 272,273 . 235 . 135 93,256 313 314 INDEX OF AUTHORS Monroe, Harriet 49 Morris, William 121 Newbolt, Sir Henry ... 260 Noyes, Alfred . . . 143, 151, 195 Phillips, Stephen 148 Pope, Alexander 92 Read, Thomas Buchanan . 55,165 Rice, Wallace 275 Roberts, Daniel C 86 Roosevelt, Theodore . . . 305 Rouget de Lisle, Claude Jo- seph 232 Ruskin, John 140 Salomos, Dionysius . . . 234 Sangster, Charles .... 188 Scollard, Clinton .... 48 Scott, Sir Walter 25 Sears, Edmund Hamilton . 172 Shakespeare, William . . . 270 Shelley, Percy Bysshe 98, 185, 300 Sill, Edward Rowland ... 181 Slosson, Preston Wilham . . 274 Smith, Samuel Francis . . 77 Southey, Robert 123 Stanton, Frank L. . . . 40,68 Stedman, Edmund Clarence 43 Sumner, Charles 57 Swift, Jonathan 117 Symonds, John Addington . 169 Taylor, Bayard .... 28,279 Tennant, William .... 96 Tennyson, Alfred, Lord .91, 128, 137,241,259 Thomas, Edith M. ... 194 Thomson, James . . . .94, 230 Van Dyke, Henry .... 205 Wells, Herbert George . . 214 Whitman, Walt .... 30,46 Whittier, John Greenleaf 98, 174, 200,292 Wilson, Woodrow . 68, 206, 216 Winter, Nevin 167 Woodberry, George Edward 142, 153, 193 Wordsworth, William . .243,257 INDEX OF FIRST LINES OF POEMS PAGE Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) 292 After all, One country, brethren! 40 All hail ! thou noble land 183 Angel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long! 176 Arise ! — 'tis the day of our Washington's gloiy 290 As a tale that is told, as a vision 135 Awake ! awake ! the stars are pale, the east is russet gray . . . 140 Bid the din of battle cease! 139 Bow down, dear Land, for thou hast found release! 34 Breathes there the man, with soul so dead 25 Brothers in blood ! They who this wrong began 214 Children use the fist 129 Columbia, my country, dost thou hear? 49 Come arm ye! come arm ye! 235 Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear 270 Dare we — though our hope deferred 151 Daughter of God! that sitt'st on high 96 Down from the choir with feebled step and slow 285 England, I stand on thy imperial ground 142 Ere to the honored patriot's mansion yonder 165 Fitly one dies for his country, sweet is the death she bestows . 275 Flag of the heroes who left us their glory 72 Fling forth the triple-colored flag to dare 273 For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see .... 91 For, O America, our country ! — land 41 Foreseen in the vision of sages 28 From Jesse's root behold a branch arise 92 Give me white paper! 26 Give us a name to fill the mind 205 God bless our Fathers' land 173 God give us men ! A time like this demands 273 God of our fathers, whose almighty hand 86 God save our gracious King 229 God, the All-terrible! King, who ordainest 180 God ! Who in by-gones hast saved us thy people 236 315 316 INDEX OF FIRST LINES OF POEMS Greatest twain among the nations 188 Hail, Columbia, happy land! 82 Hail, Freedom ! thy bright crest 36 Hats off I Along the street there comes 64 He speaks not well who doth his time deplore 271 Hear, hear, O ye nations, and hearing obey 178 Here Freedom stood, by slaughtered friend and foe 195 Here is a story, shall stir you! Stand up, Greeks, dead and gone 261 How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh 98 I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear 30 I pray for peace ; yet peace is but a prayer 153 I would that wars should cease 128 Is life worth living? Yes, so long 297 It came upon the midnight clear 172 It is the brave that first forget 279 It was a summer evening 123 Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee 287 Land that we love ! Thou Future of the world 47 Lille, Laon and St. Die 202 Lo ! now on the midnight the soul of the century passing . . . 148 Marching down to Armageddon 145 Men ! whose boast it is that ye 289 Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord ... 80 Mother of nations, of them eldest we 193 My country, 'tis of thee 77 No great deed is done 269 No trumpet-blast profaned 108 Nor force nor fraud shall sunder us ! Oh ye 185 Now lamp-lit gardens in the blue dusk shine 195 Now Praise to God's oft-granted grace 48 O beautiful for spacious skies 38 " O Beautiful, my Country " 179 O, beautiful vision of Peace 168 O first of human blessings, and supreme 94 O Peace! on thine upsoaring pinion 177 O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light 79 O tenderly the haughty day 32 O vision of the coming time! 212 Oh, Columbia, the gem of the ocean 85 Oh, Country, fair and grand 182 Oh for a knight like Bayard 292 Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness 102 Oh mother of a mighty race 26 Old Tubal Cain was a man of might 160 INDEX OF FIRST LINES OF POEMS 317 On a. battle-trumpet's blast 300 On primal rocks she wrote her name 31 On the mountains of the Prairie 155 On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-two . . . 263 One fire was on his spirit, one resolve 272 Our fathers' God ! from out whose hand 174 Peace, peace on earth ! the heart of man for ever 171 Pyres in the night, in the night! 126 Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky 241 Sad heart, what will the future bring 169 Sail, sail thy best, ship of Democracy 46 Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled 231 Send down thy truth, O God! 181 She's up there — Old Glory — she's waving o'erhead 68 Son of Heaven and Earth 256 Stern Daughter of the Voice of God 257 The great gods are never pleased 92 The land of sunshine and of song 199 The land, that, from the rule of kings 200 The lioness whelped, and the sturdy cub 35 The shepherds went their hasty way 106 The stars of the mom 55 The years of slaverj'^ are past 236 There is a people mighty in its youth 185 There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night 260 They err who count it glorious to subdue 93 Thick rise the spear-shafts o'er the land 121 This is my faith, and my mind's heritage 154 This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling 114 Thou art the rock of empire, set mid-seas 142 Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State 39 Though many and bright are the stars that appear 74 To deities of gauds and gold 48 To eastward ringing, to westward winging 133 To what new fates, my country, far 45 Transmute the ancient valor of arrow, pike and sword .... 274 'Twas said : " When roll of drum and battle's roar " 299 Two empires by the sea 187 Unfurl the flag, ye veterans all 150 Uplift a thousand voices full and sweet 137 War! I abhor 116 Warder at ocean's gate 43 We fought you once — but that was long ago I 194 We that look on, with God's goodwill 303 318 INDEX OF FIRST LINES OF POEMS What constitutes a state? 242 What flower is this that greets the mom 58 What is the voice I hear 192 What might be done if men were wise 298 When Britain first, at Heaven's command 230 When Freedom from her mountain height ! 53 " When there is Peace our land no more " 302 Whence not unmoved I see the nations form 154 Where is the true man's fatherland? 288 Wherever war, with its red woes 303 White Angel of the Lord! unmeet 98 Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he 243 Who serves his country best? 284 Who smiles there? Is it 197 With awful walls, far glooming, that possessed 163 Woven into the wonderful fabric we know as our land .... 225 Ye sons of France, awake to glory! 232 Yea, let all good things await 259 Yes! 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