When navies are forgotten
And fleets are useless things;
When the dove shall warm her bosom
Beneath the eagle’s wings;
When memory of battles
At last is strange and old;
When nations have one banner
And creeds have found one fold;
When the Hand that sprinkles midnight
With its powdered drifts of suns
Has hushed this tiny tumult
Of sects and swords and guns,
Then Hate’s last note of discord
In all God’s worlds shall cease,
In the conquest which is service,
In the victory which is peace
“His neighbour,” not himself, the teaching runs. “Let each one of us please his neighbour for that which is good, unto edifying.” If the inspiration for this teaching had come from the spirit of the world, it would have run somewhat thus: “Let every one of us please himself, for his own advancement and entertainment, for his own gratification.” But the inspiration is from the divine Spirit, and, therefore, the worlds read as they do.
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