O friends of peace, dear brethren mine, Me of your inner circle name, Unless the peace which you design With anarchy is one and same. It is not war but government When justice wields the avenging sword; And force in name of justice spent Is oil on troubled waters poured. Where reason is let reason rule, And law where men submit to laws; But with the cutthroat ’tis a fool Attempts to arbitrate his cause. Nor ends responsibility Within the nation’s narrow close; The world is one community, Each state to all allegiance owes. And who hath power and doth neglect To rescue from the oppressor’s hand The wronged of any race or sect In Christian or in pagan land— Who hath the power and lends not aid Doth sin against the primal right, Which man not Turk nor Frank hath made But citizen cosmopolite! |