(Read at Hardman Hall, New York City, before the International League of Press Clubs, June 3, 1897.)
I stood on empyrean heights and saw,
Outlined in figures bold, a vision there;
Loud were the shouts of strife and deadly war,
While Peace, remote, shone in her beauty fair.
I heard the clash of arms; the martial tread;
While nation warred with nation in their lust
Of pride and power, until there lay the dead—
The heroes of a decade—in the dust!
I saw, in ranks that spread to either pole,