Arbitration.
Let us have peace.—Gen. U. S. Grant.
“Let us have peace!” Sublimer words are theseThan hurtling echoes of a clarion cry.“Let us have peace!” Across Love’s ebbing seasThey come white-winged with immortality.Build—build his mausoleum to the sky,—Battles for base, each stone a victory;But when Time frowns all these will crumbling lie,—“Let us have peace”—his monument will be.John Trotwood Moore.
“Let us have peace!” Sublimer words are theseThan hurtling echoes of a clarion cry.“Let us have peace!” Across Love’s ebbing seasThey come white-winged with immortality.Build—build his mausoleum to the sky,—Battles for base, each stone a victory;But when Time frowns all these will crumbling lie,—“Let us have peace”—his monument will be.John Trotwood Moore.
“Let us have peace!” Sublimer words are theseThan hurtling echoes of a clarion cry.“Let us have peace!” Across Love’s ebbing seasThey come white-winged with immortality.
“Let us have peace!” Sublimer words are these
Than hurtling echoes of a clarion cry.
“Let us have peace!” Across Love’s ebbing seas
They come white-winged with immortality.
Build—build his mausoleum to the sky,—Battles for base, each stone a victory;But when Time frowns all these will crumbling lie,—“Let us have peace”—his monument will be.
Build—build his mausoleum to the sky,—
Battles for base, each stone a victory;
But when Time frowns all these will crumbling lie,—
“Let us have peace”—his monument will be.
John Trotwood Moore.
John Trotwood Moore.