John W . Garvin
Never again shall a War-Lord dread
Throttle industrial peace ! Never again shall Ambition s tread
Trample the fields increase ! For the Toilers, strong in the love of right,
In the hate of ills that mar, Will rise in their mulitudinous might
And conquer War!
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��RIGHT IS MIGHT
OW you braved the Moral Law
Without fear! But your eyes the Victor saw, In his beauty not a flaw As he pierced you thro the raw
With his spear.
How you struggled, how you wrought,
For the spoils !
But the fiercer that you fought To possess the treasure sought, All the faster were you caught
In his toils.
Yield your battered sword and shield
To his might!
When your bleeding wounds are healed, Join his forces in the field, And the Sword of Honour wield
For the Right !
MAJESTY
HIS old, old Mother of the Years!
To her warm bosom pressed in strong embrace,
As on thro space,
A million miles a day she beats her wings,
And softly sings
Her grace-note in the music of the spheres.
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