Classic Poem

Thy peace, O God, our hearts implore!
No armistice red-shot with gore;
No fist of steel with threatening clad,
But peace that earth has never had,
With Love sun-gilding every shore.

We spurn all peace that dares ignore
Thy justice. Down the battle-roar,
The cry rings clear, though stern and sad;
Thy peace, O God!

We crave no peace that has a score
Of tyrannies deep at its core;
No wealth and squalor, money-mad,
But peace that makes the whole world glad—
Thy peace, O God!