 | The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay |  |
A WELCOME TO PEACE.
I
Join, nations, join your hands,Through all your happy lands,—
And let the church-bells ring,
And youths and maidens sing:
The seraph Peace from heaven descends,
To bid mankind be friends.
Lo! she comes!
Beat the drums,
And let the banners wave o'er land and sea!
And harmless cannon roar
From farthest shore to shore,—
That strife and all its brood have ceased to be!
Join your hands,
All ye lands,
And welcome Peace! the beautiful! the free!
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II
No longer may the car,Of blind, infuriate War,
Drive o'er the bleeding earth,
To quench its children's mirth,
And scatter vengeance and dismay;
But, Peace, like flowery May,
Spread around,
O'er the ground,
The seeds of joy, to blossom like a tree!
The fruits of Plenty's horn,
The oil, the wine, the corn,
And nobler blessings destined yet to be.
Join your hands,
All ye lands,
And welcome Peace! the beautiful! the free!
| The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay | |