Which, through the ages that have gone before us,
In long reverberations reach our own.
"Were half the power that fills the world with terror,
Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts,
Given to redeem the human mind from error,
There were no need of arsenals or forts:
"The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
And every nation that should lift again
Its hand against a brother, on its forehead