The Great War

from A Treasury of War Poetry, an electronic edition

"When There is Peace"

"When there is Peace our land no more

Will be the land we knew of yore."

Thus do our facile seers foretell

The truth that none can buy or sell

And e'en the wisest must ignore.

When we have bled at every pore,

Shall we still strive for gear and store?

Will it be Heaven? Will it be Hell,

When there is Peace?

This let us pray for, this implore:

That all base dreams thrust out at door,

We may in loftier aims excel

And, like men waking from a spell,

Grow stronger, nobler, than before,

When there is Peace.