Peace

 The following outlook toward universal peace was written by George Frederick Knowles:

Peace

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.