Classic Poem

Sign of Plenty, Peace, and Joy,
From a field once desolate;
Where conflicting armies met,
Filled with pride, revenge, and hate;

Where all Europe was in arms,
And its mightiest captains led;
And the promise of the year
Trampled was by soldiers' tread;

Welcome! for thou tell'st of Him,
Who in trouble is our Friend;
Upon whom, though earth shall shake,
We unmoved may still depend.

Sign art thou, that on the earth
God will cause all wars to cease;
And the hostile tribes of men
All to dwell in Love and Peace.

Sign, that still his word is sure;
That, while earth itself remains,
Seed-time, harvest, shall not fail
Whitening all her fruitful plains.

Hasten, Lord, the coming years,
By thy Prophets long foretold;
And may we the promise find,
That Thou mad'st to them of old.