Poems (Angier)/The Good Time Come

by Annie Lanman Angier

THE GOOD TIME COME.

The human mind, men will not bind,
 Enchain it like a slave;
No; it shall be a thing as free
 As ocean's bounding wave;
For Love's the spell, that worketh well,
 All evil to destroy;
In every home, the good time come,
 Shall fill each breast with joy.

The human soul will none control,
 But all shall hear it sing
Of fetters riven, of hope and heaven,
 And Truth shall nerve its wing;
For Love's the spell, that worketh well,
 All evil to destroy;
In every home, the good time come,
 Shall fill each breast with joy.

The human heart, unschooled in art,
 Will naught but right approve;
Good will to all, both great and small,
 Its secret springs shall move;
For Love's the spell, that worketh well,
 All evil to destroy;
In every home, the good time come,
 Shall fill each breast with joy.

The human form, radiant and warm,
 Will angel beauty wear;
No trace remain, of sickness, pain,
 Of sorrow, guilt, or care;
For Love's the spell, that worketh well,
 All evil to destroy;
Li every home, the good time come,
 Shall fill each breast with joy.

Each man will then an Adam be,
 And every woman Eve;
While Peace again shall dwell with men,
 And all like brothers live;
For Love's the spell, that worketh well,
 All evil to destroy;
In every home, the good time come,
 Shall fill each breast with joy.

Thus Eden lost, will Heaven restore,
 Hope's fadeless flowers shall bloom;
Man's only strife by sinless life,
 To give to sin a tomb;
For Love's the spell, that worketh well,
 All evil to destroy;
In every home, the good time come,
 Shall fill each breast with joy.

The good time come! ring, joy-bells, ring,
For dove-eyed Peace, with snow-white wing,
O'er earth her olive branch shall fling,
Then all shall this glad chorus sing—
For Love's the spell, that worketh well,
All evil to destroy;
In every home, the good time come,
 Shall fill each breast with joy.