POETRY.

Evening Post, Volume LX, Issue 114, 10 November 1900, Page 3 (Supplement)

POETRY.

PEACE, WITH HONOUR. * When we in riches have reposed our trust, And said to Peace, "'Tis that we love ■ the© well," \ Peace hath replied, " Your honour lies in dust; How can ye love me who with honour dwell? Who loveth life too fondly, lose it must ; Who spurneth life for honour shall discover How, while his riches crumble, and are rust, True Jife remaineth to the fond, true lover." Peace, we have learnt thy v lesson. Mighty power, To whom, divinely born, it doth belong Neither to do, nor yet to suffer, wrong, Now, glorious Freedom, speak/ "Oh, in this hour, When earth distressful groans with war's increase, Say, Ocean-mistnbss, 'England is for for peace.' " Thou hast a voice now, England. .Thou * canst speak, No' longer hushed as one of war afraid : Thou hast no need of tremors, like a maid • „ Who knows her treasure vast, her beauty weak. Lo ! There is Peace. See, how she helpless stands The new Iphigenia! Wolvish eyes Glare at her, burning for her sacrifice, To loose through blood their blood-em-battled hands. Go, mighty voice, plead for her ! Through all' lands Pure is thy name: the omnipresent Sea, With all its freedom-loving waters glad, Once at thy bidding set the prisoners free : So, with invulnerable armour clad, Plead now for Peace ! All heaven shall plead with thee. — A.C.8., in the Spectator.