The holiest melodies of love arise.

Longfellow.

Peace,” shall the world outwearied ever see

Its universal reign? Will states, will kings,

Put down these murderous and unholy things,

Which fill the earth with blood and misery?

Will nations learn that love—not enmity—

Is heaven’s first lesson—which beneath the wings

Of mercy, brooding over land and sea,

Fills earth with joy by its soft ministerings?