Why, bless us, and save us! We ought to behave us

A little bit better for all our new light.

From incurable savagery nothing can save us

If Science can't cool down our fondness for fight.

With so many chances of "talking things over,"

Like comrades in council, across the broad sea,

Nations ought to be nice, as a girl and her lover

At five o'clock tea!

Eh? Vox et præterea nihil? What matter

How close ears may seem if the hearts are apart?