Classic Poem

The Ages pass;—yet still delayed
The Cause of Peace on earth;
The Cause for which the Savior prayed,
Proclaimed e'en at his birth.

The time of which the Angels sang
In sweet, prophetic strains;
When 'neath the stars, their voices rang
O'er Judah's favored plains.

Yes, still delayed; for passion, pride
Usurp calm reason's throne;
And nations in their power confide,
And not in God alone.

Yes, still delayed; but signs we see
The fainting soul to cheer;
That that blessed day is yet to be,
That it may still be near.

May we its glorious light behold
Of Peace, and Truth, and Love;
By Prophet-bards so long foretold,
And Angel-hosts above.