(4686).
THE HYMN OF THE ESPERANTISTS.
A mighty voice is sounding thro’ the world,
The sons of men at last awaking
To keener hatred of the wrongs of war
Than ever rankled in their hearts before;
A snow-white banner to the winds unfurled
The power of the sword is breaking!
Beneath this symbol of a sacred hope
Warriors of Peace in hosts assemble;
They battle not with sceptre or with crown;
They fight to break the age of barriers down
That sever man from man. With these they cope,
And now the walls are set a-tremble.
Soon they shall totter to the waiting dust,
The might of love no more attending,
And by the blessing of a common tongue,
The visioned peace that countless bards have sung
Shall live in truth; the flashing sword shall rust,
No lust of blood its aid demanding!
Fred Crook.
LIMERICK IN ESPERANTO.
Estis foje junul’ en Armagh
Kiun glutis grandega boa’
Oni lin tuj eltiris
Kaj li poste diris:
"Estas varmege en la boa’!"
Esperantist 7891.