That our dreams be all of pleasures and of joys,
And our waking hours still find them there!
TO POPE PIUS X
O ill-starred Pope! From thee all power was reft
To quell the slaughter of earth’s men.
Alone thou grieved’st their needless sufferings,
And racking qualms beyond all mortal ken.
Pontiff Supreme! Blest be thy reverent name
Who wroughtst great tasks most holily,
But couldst not make men think the thoughts of peace