In headlong stubbornness and anger rash,
Whilst factories burn, and workmen fall in blood,
And women mourn, and children moan for food,
Unnumbered multitudes the misery feel
Who share not in its making!
Mars' red steel
Is sheathed to-day at Arbitration's nod;
Hath this no lesson for the milder god?
Vulcan, the smithy-toiler, and his crowd
Of sooty Cyclops, raging fierce and loud,