Classic Poem

Where Sargon, Genghis and Kaiser have broken the nations
With war's cruel thrust,
Behold even yet the blight of their wild devastations,
Their chariot dust.
Our God is patient forever. The sword on man's car gleams;
His war-chargers fret,
And we see in the glittering dew reflecting His star-beams,
God's eyes with grief wet.

Behold now His hand! The earth in its terror doth tremble
In dread of His wrath;
But strength shall no longer alone in council assemble
As hereto it hath;
“For I will descend from the hills in joy of My splendour,”
Saith God, the All-kind,
“And give man a comrade wiser of heart and more tender,
Nor shall they be blind;

For both shall drink deep of the far mysterious fountain
Of wisdom and ruth;
Their ships shall soar from mountain to answering mountain
And life shall be truth.”
Arise from thy dreams, thou heart of the fragrant healing;
The light breaks at last,
And peace falls now like a strain of melody stealing
From the vault of the vast.

Arise to thy dawning, breather of brighter ages,
Deep vortex of light,
Till, hearing thy song of new life, the earth's crimson pages
Turn purity-white;
And that pool of blood that we name our civilization
'Neath the azure shall lie
Like a silvery sea that mirrors its joy-creation
Of crystalline sky.

Arise! Be no longer slave to a slave that is human
To do his behest;
Companion be thou; not greater nor less is woman
Than man at his best.
The sun, even now, is kindling his fires of the morning
With flame of his beams;
Arise to the call of his trumpets, his clarion warning;
Arise from thy dreams!