A Prophet of Peace

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A Prophet of Peace

“The world is young, perverse, and bad,

The virtues all are wanting;

The gods are dead and men are mad

And wickedness is haunting

The human heart, an honored guest,

As robbers of the night infest

A wayside inn in Camilhad.

“Hate walks the earth all unafraid,

And neighbor murders neighbor;

Greed draws on Greed the battle-blade,

And Labor strangles Labor.

The widow and the orphan cry

For bread while benefactors ply

Unlashed by law, their dreadful trade.

“King, president, and patriot

Serve their accurst ambition;

The soldier and the sans-culottes,

The priest and politician,

Are blowing with impested breath

The coals of war that sparkle death.

Peace, righteousness, and love are not.

“But I shall live to see the day

Whose golden dawn is breaking!

The reign of war no more shall lay

Our dust, nor hearts be aching.

Lo! all mankind in brotherhood

Shall study only to be good,

And fling the sword of self away!”

So chanted one inspired and fain

His message to deliver

To men who toiled upon the plain

And bled along the river,

And all the world was foul with crime!

This prophet lived about the time

That Lamech’s wife bare Tubal-cain.