On wheels that grate and burn, drives to and fro, Across and re-across the heart of battle. The body of each army has been pierced With the straight-forward and destroying stroke Have by unsparing thunderbolts been stript The charge; the silence; and the awful end. And now the mocking form of Victory left,-approacheth him And saith," The palm, Victor, thine!" the palm is And still the sun shines brightly as before. PART IV. THE ARGUMENT.-The vision of the sun continued. How night is useful. Song of peace and war. Night that cometh not-how remembered. The end of joys that were. The days of Spring and Summer. Why comes the Tide of Even? See'st thou not, When there were nights, as well as days, on earth,— The angel of reflection could have come, That it were well the horrid war should end, He, whom the mocking form, in words of dream, O! peace is a blessing Well worth the possessing, And, for it, men much might afford! It means preservation, It yields consolation,— "Give peace in our time, O Lord." But battle disburses, For services, curses! How sad the success of the sword! Are mournful and gory ; "Give peace in our time, O Lord." O! peace is a pleasure, A national treasure, A wealth-laden river, That faileth not ever!- But war is the sorrow That cometh to borrow The wealth that will not be restored! A monster of terror, The offspring of error ; "Give peace in our time, O Lord." O! peace is a fountain Of gain from a mountain, Far higher than eagle e'er soared! Like light it is given; It cometh from heaven ; "Give peace in our time, O Lord." But war drinketh gain, O, And, like unto lava outpoured, Of life, the red war-wrath!— "Give peace in our time, O Lord.” When earth has repented Of war, and consented To sheathe, and for ever, the sword; Of gladness and glory!— "Give peace in our time, O Lord." But still,-in this our vision,-still the sun Shineth with summer splendour as before! Yet we remember how he once went down, After his cheerful journey round about us, From East to West in sky of blue and cloud; And O, divinely on the clouds he gazed, That blushed in honour of his setting smile, Like modest maiden parting from her lover, Who leaves her with a kiss. Oh, as the heart Remembers what was loved with fervent love In other times when life was truly blest; When what we had not, never woke the thought That we might want it in the days to come; When we were sure that just as much of heaven, The heaven of happiness, was round about us, As shut out wish for aught on earth beside,— Was round about us lovingly and warm; Not as a thing on which we could but look, Having no hand or ownership therein, But as a clear and holy overflowing, From the full fountain of our love-filled being, The blessings of the sunsets that once were; It is not well,~ Not well the Tide of Even does not come ; Or if no monitor came ever near To tell how frost will kill, and fire consume; с |