Down the dark future, through long generations,

The sounds of war grow fainter, and then cease;

And like a bell with solemn, sweet vibrations,

I hear once more the voice of Christ say, “Peace!”

2 Peace! and no longer, from its brazen portals,

The blast of war’s great organ shakes the skies;

But beautiful as songs of the immortals,

The holy melodies of love arise.