A mighty voice is sounding thro' the world,
The sons of men at last awaking
To keener hatred of the wrongs of war
Than ever rankled in their hearts before;
A snow-white banner to the winds unfurled
The power of the sword is breaking!
Beneath this symbol of a sacred hope
Warriors of Peace in hosts assemble;
They battle not with sceptre or with crown;
They fight to break the age of barriers down
That sever man from man. With these they cope,
And now the walls are set a-tremble.
Soon they shall totter to the waiting dust,
The might of love no more attending,
And by the blessing of a common tongue,
The visioned peace that countless bards have sung
Shall live in truth; the flashing sword shall rust,
No lust of blood its aid demanding!
Fred Crook.