And in my ear a whispering breath,
"Wake from the nightmare! Look and see
That life is naught but ecstasy
In spite of war, in spite of death!"
Wide Haven. [Clement Wood]
Tired of man's futile, petty cry,
Of lips that lie and flout,
I saw the slow sun dim and die
And the slim dusk slip out . . .
Life held no room for doubt.
What though Death claim the ones I prize
In War's insane crusade,
Last night I saw Orion rise
And the great day-star fade,
And I am not dismayed.
To Any one. [Witter Bynner]
Whether the time be slow or fast,
Enemies, hand in hand,
Must come together at the last
And understand.
No matter how the die is cast
Nor who may seem to win,
You know that you must love at last —
Why not begin?
Peace. [Agnes Lee]
Suddenly bells and flags!
Suddenly — door to door —
Tidings! Can we believe,
We, who were used to war?
Yet we have dreamed her face,
Knowing her light must be,
Knowing that she must come.
Look — she comes, it is she!