Peace

Soon peace on earth shall hold her easy sway, And man forget his brother man to slay; To martial arts, shall milder arts succeed, Who blesses most, shall gain th' immortal meed. The eye of pity shall be pain'd no more With victory's crimson'd banners stain'd with gore. Thou glorious aera, come—hail, blessed time, When full-orb'd freedom shall unclouded shine; When the chaste muses, cherish'd by her rays, In olive groves shall tune their sweetest lays; When bounteous Ceres shall direct her car O'er fields now wasted by the fires of war, And angels view, with joy and wonder join'd, The golden age return'd to bless mankind.