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' I 'HE AUTHOR -will much appreciate an expression 
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 recipient of this little offering. 
 
 COPYRIGHT BY GEORGE GRANT MORRISON, 1915 
 
DEDICATED to 
 
 World Peace 
 
 Permanent Power 
 
 is based on 
 
 Right Understanding 
 
 and this is the 
 
 Divine Intelligence 
 
 that breathes 
 
 Good Will and Peace. 
 
 — G. G. M. 
 
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 gA 
 
 FTKIWORD 
 
 TOLEDO. OHIO 
 U. S. A. 
 

 JAN 16 1915 
 
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ENGLAND 
 
 Whenever the spirit of honor 
 Illumines the mind of a man, 
 
 Whenever a solemn agreement 
 Is Keystone of National Plan, 
 
 There enters the soul of the people 
 A power resistless and sure, 
 
 Like unto the stars in their courses — 
 An aim and a might that endure. 
 
 Creation is gripped by a power 
 Of Faith from Omnipotence born, 
 
 And neither a man nor a nation 
 May lightly betray it, or scorn. 
 
 The leaf and the star wear the Promise 
 The Infinite Soul has made plain: 
 
 Shall Butcher Imperial scoff it, 
 
 Contemptuous 'mid millions of slain? 
 
 Oh, England, we fervently speed you; 
 
 With you is the hope of the world 
 That Honor and Principle triumph — 
 
 With War from its fortresses hurled; 
 You stand as the bulwark of ages 
 
 That coming behind us, demand 
 Their right to a planet ennobled, 
 
 With RIGHTNESS alone in command. 
 
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A PLEA FOR PEACE 
 
 Throughout unanswering- centuries — the grimly heedless years — 
 The soul has vainly questioned why the suffering, toil and tears; 
 Exclaiming still, "What awful price men pay to understand ; 
 "Why bow they down to sceptered fool and his insane command? 
 Why are the races blinded that they give themselves as prey 
 To ruthless bureaucrat and king who rule with iron sway? 
 Why are the driven millions willing, eager to be cast 
 Before the slaughtering storms of steel from murdering cannon 
 
 blast? 
 And but to feed a ravenous lust, insatiate for power, 
 That just a golden braided few may lengthen their mad hour." 
 Oh, Thou, almighty, unseen God, we pray Thee give us Peace ! 
 Cause Thy omnipotence to bear ; cause Thou our hells to cease ! 
 
 Thy glory, might and majesty, oh Lord, we may behold 
 In sunbeam, flower, in ocean vast, in nightly heavens unrolled; 
 And all in love Thou hast conceived, in harmony decreed; 
 Then wherefore is this world a hell of warring hate and greed ? 
 O'er battling hosts 'mid heaps of dead, and writhing wounded, torn, 
 O'er desolations stark and charred, o'er myriad souls that mourn, 
 O'er miseries too deep for speech, in every stricken land, 
 Great God, we pray Thee, intervene — stretch forth Thy staying 
 
 hand! 
 Give to Thy ministering servants here more light to banish gloom, 
 Where numb despair and anguish brood, and spectres frightful, 
 
 loom. 
 Give us such minds of sanity, that wars forever cease, 
 When man with stature of a Man unfolds his soul in Peace. 
 
THE EMPEROR'S CALL 
 
 Come, my beloved — mine — whom I oppress, 
 Come to the slaughter fields for Hell's caress ; 
 Come to your battle flags, glorious with war, 
 Glorious to writhe in pain, torn to the core; 
 Heed well your Emperor's call ; come swift to me, 
 You are the Cannon-meat ; fed they must be ; 
 But yours the honor is, you the unknown, 
 Dying in agonies, that I, alone 
 
 May prove through such as you — you who are mine- 
 I am an Emperor ! I am divine ! 
 
 I am your Emperor ! I am divine ! 
 
 All that you are and have, rightly are mine ; 
 
 E'en from your cradled birth, your mind and soul 
 
 Were by JUST HEAVEN given to my control: 
 
 But yours the honor is. Ho ! I command 
 
 That you annihilate, nor stay your hand ; 
 
 Nor spare yourself, but plunge madly with hate 
 
 Into the battle's death— noble your fate ; 
 
 Die for your Fatherland's honor, renown ; 
 
 I am the Fatherland ! I am the Crown ! 
 
 Charge! My beloved, charge into the guns, 
 
 Such as are left of you — bravest of sons ; 
 
 Saber and bayonet, leap at their throats ; 
 
 You are my heroes and you are the goats ; 
 
 But yours the honor is, noblest of souls, 
 
 Who have no mind but mine— my mind controls. 
 
 What though e'en millions die, if I but win? 
 
 Always a conqueror is without sin; 
 
 Greater my rule may be, vaster my sway ; 
 
 I am your Emperor! Let the bands play! 
 
OUR LAND 
 
 We live in the land of a new world's morn, 
 
 In the land of Freedom's birth, 
 Where the ages smile on a new race born 
 
 From the nations of the earth; 
 To God and our country loyal, 
 
 In labor achieving, royal ; 
 And the answering deed, fills the nation's need, 
 
 In Our Land — Our Land. 
 
 Our Land ! Our Land ! 
 'Tis the home of Freedom's ages. 
 
 With its flag unfurled, bidding all the world, 
 Where e'er Oppression rages; 
 
 Our Land ! Our Land ! 
 Where the sons of courage win, 
 
 In the world-flung light of its radiant right, 
 Where the sons of men are kin. 
 
 In Our Land, Our Land, 
 
 Our Glorious Land. 
 
 We follow the hope of eternal peace 
 
 In the truer time to be. 
 When the burnished steel and the warring cease, 
 
 In a world-democracy ; 
 We give to Our Land full measure 
 
 Of life and its dearest treasure. 
 For no patriot shuns any threat'ning guns 
 
 In Our Land : Our Land. 
 
 We live in the land of the grander race. 
 
 That shall come with Truth alight. 
 And with souls of conquering love, eflface 
 
 From the world its wrongful blight; 
 When men shall be strong and tender. 
 
 And labor is joy and splendor, 
 When the crown is won from the work well done. 
 
 In Our Land ; Our Land. 
 
BELGIUM 
 
 Swift to the fore the nation leaped, 
 
 To breast the rushing hordes of hell; 
 Shock upon shock it stood, blood-steeped, 
 One against twenty, but God, how it reaped 
 Their legions in masses of dead, high heaped, 
 And struck the monster's knell. 
 
 Into the little kingdom crashed 
 
 The mightiest murder-engines wrought; 
 
 Belgian, soul to soul was lashed; 
 
 Belgian courage in miracles flashed; 
 
 And ever, though cities and forts were smashed, 
 The Belgian stayed and fought. 
 
 Grim and alone, but by each side 
 
 The silent, unseen push of God ; 
 Holding in check the monster's stride, 
 Crumpling his fist in the mail of his pride. 
 And battling till Vengeance aroused, allied. 
 
 Swung on the field full shod. 
 
 Long o'er the world the monster gloomed 
 A dread unrest through every land; 
 
 Civilization's menace loomed; 
 
 Honor was strangled and conscience entombed ; 
 
 But prophets of old have him marked and doomed ; 
 Yea, this is God's command. 
 
WAR 
 
 Where hell's transcendent powers explode their roaring rains of 
 death ; 
 
 Where vast appalling tragedies pour from Destruction's breath; 
 
 Where hosts of millions plunging, lungeing in tumultuous shock , 
 
 Have every passion loosened, wild for murderous grappling lock; 
 
 Their tangled masses surging, reeling, furiously roll. 
 
 To kill! To kill! in straining, glaring madness of the soul; 
 
 An ecstasy of carnage, an exultant frenzied might ; 
 
 Each soul a sudden demon in the crashing of the fight. 
 
 Where Greed — the world colossus — blasts with ruin a,nd despair, 
 Ere seizing, with stupendous arms, whole nations cowering there ; 
 Where every right is shriveled in the fires of insane force; 
 Where butchery is law supreme — no penalty, recourse ; 
 Where every primal instinct of the beast leaps from the pit ; 
 Where every crime and every lust have license infinite; 
 Where monstrous devastations, weirdly awful, lurid, gaunt. 
 Are strewn with pell mell horrors, as hell's parting cyclone taunt. 
 
 Where men go out in battle with a whistling song or jest; 
 Or Courage wanly smiles through pain to meet its manhood's test ; 
 Where men, in touching shoulders — or aristocrat or clod — 
 May prove the same divine descent from out the soul of God ; 
 Where all that is most tender and most noble, spring to life, 
 To minister like angels to the stricken of the strife; 
 Where men hold to their duty as a solemn, sacred trust; 
 Where men become sublime because they feel their Cause is Just. 
 
BROTHERHOOD 
 
 Your land, my land, and every land are lightened by one sun ; 
 Your hills are like the hills I know ; our rivers seem as one ; 
 Your plains and valleys are as mine, and love the self-same rain ; 
 The flowers you love are those I love; the same our fruits and 
 grain ; 
 
 Our cattle are alike; we grow and make the things each needs; 
 We worship — all — the One True God, in spite of all the creeds : 
 And I have joyed and so have you; and we have known despair. 
 For each of us has battled, deep down in the hells of care: 
 I'm weak and strong; you, strong and weak; each stained with 
 sin — but then 
 
 In all of us— yes, all of us— are hidden the SOULS of MEN. 
 
 And you and I, and all of us — when we shall understand. 
 
 Will realize the unity of every clime and land; 
 
 The unity of every race; the need of all for all; 
 
 When men shall smile across the world, and heed each other's call ; 
 
 When insane power and greed shall pass like sickness that is 
 
 healed ; 
 When each for each shall labor, and to RIGHTNESS all shall 
 
 yield ; 
 We're growing, learning, knowing more about the truth of life. 
 And learning how we may unlearn the foolish hate and strife ; 
 And you and I, and all of us — when we shall understand, 
 Will welcome into Brotherhood, mankind of every land. 
 
AFTERWORD 
 
 PEACE tKrougKout all tKe world and forever, 
 so tKat mankind ma^) best be enabled to 
 express tKe best witKin tKem; so that the 
 best witKin tkem may vastly increase in the 
 
 UNDERSTANDING OF RIGHTNESS; 
 
 so tKat tKey may appropriate more and more 
 of tKe Infinite Mind— for tKe Infinite Mind 
 expresses omniscience and omnipotence in 
 
 LOVE. 
 
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