Men talk of Armageddon! Has the World

Lost all her garnered wisdom? Must we scan

The Devil's legions, Ban and Arriere-Ban,

Bear challenges with flags of war unfurled,

That foolish prince to foolish prince has hurled,

While grinning Glory's pale horse heads the van,

And far to rear round wretched Everyman

The coils of Dragon Agony are curled?

Quicken, ye peoples. Look to it, ye kings,

Who break an age in pieces for your play:

Please God your trampling vanities will jar

A sleeping giant, and such petty things

As crowns and Cæsars shall at last make way

Before mankind's Republic, ending war.