  I have dreamed a sweet dream; I have seen a fair vision; I have looked the wide universe o'er; And earth's nations arise in a glory elysian— They do not learn war any more. There are music and mirth; there are childhood's sweet voices, Winsome age lends its placid charm there; There are laughter and glee as when home-life rejoices Unshadowed by sorrow or care. In all noble achievement, all worthy endeavor, Men in kindly ambition contend; But the valiant of heart may yet know he hath ever In his sturdiest foeman a friend. Nevermore the proud boast or the haughty defiance;— Without end shall His kingdom increase; 'Tis the day of all nations in Holy Alliance, 'Tis the reign of truth, justice, and peace. Nevermore shall a nation lift sword against nation, 'Tis the triumph of Love, 'tis the dawn of Christ's kingdom, They shall not learn war any more. |
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