The Smiles of Peace.
The smiles of Peace, the smiles of Peace,
Which Gladstone in Midlothian sung!
A song we hope may never cease
Though Jingoes yell, with blatant tongue,
To fight—not for themselves, you bet!
And howl for blood, and—“Heavy Wet!”
We look up to the Grand Old Man,
And he looks out upon the sea
Of stormy politics, which can