When from. the sodden earth the shadou: s rise And Night surrenders to the flush of Day, As if entranced by the potent sway Of heaven-born radiance in the cloudless skies, Hope springs anew, in her immortal guise, To heights where Peace once in her ambient lay, Whither no searing hand might seck its) rey And souls full chastened inter-harmonize.
Over the plains the armies scattered lie, When suddenly—none know whence, how,]
or why A riy resounds: "Will ye have Peace?" "No!
No!"
The answer comes: "No quarter for the hath. won The day, and her redeeming tasks is done oan,
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.