Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A War Poem

Lord, in this quarter of a hundred years,
What mighty progress in Thy world appears!
Though strife and loud dissensions do not cease,
Yet louder still is this great talk of Peace.

Red war exists, but stands in ill repute
Were Homer back among us with his lute
He could not, and he would not, sing of war;
For Peace is what the world is craving for.

Spurning old narrow paths, men's feet have trod
In larger ways, and found the larger God.
Now thy great truth is dimly understood--
Religion lies in loving brotherhood. 

1. Worldly Wisdom
2. At Eleusis
3. I Shall Not Forget
4. Granite Bay
5. Assistance

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