When, o'er earth's continents and isles between,
The noise of war shall cease from sea to sea,
And married nations dwell in harmony;
When millions, crouching in the dust to one,
No more shall beg their lives on bended knee,
Nor the black stake he dress'd, nor in the sun
The o'er-labor'd captive toil, and wish his life were done."
Bryant.
