“Sheathed be the sword for ever—let the drum
Be schoolboy’s pastime—let your battles cease!
And be the cannon’s voice for ever dumb
Except to celebrate the joys of Peace!
Are ye not brothers?—God, whom we revere,
Is he not Father of all climes and lands?
Form an Alliance holy and sincere
And join your hands!”
Surely it is not too much to hope for this—to pray for this!—if our Faith means anything more than mere lip-service and false show!