"WHEN there is Peace, our land no more Will be the land we knew of yore." Thus do our facile seers foretell The truth that none can buy or sell And e'en the wisest must ignore. When we have bled at every pore, Shall we still strive for gear and store? Will it be heaven? Will it be hell? When there is Peace? This let us pray for, this implore: That, all base dreams thrust out at door, We may in loftier aims excel And, like men waking from a spell, Grow stronger, nobler, than before, When there is Peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ANNIVERSARY [ANNIVERSARIE] by JOHN DONNE NEW YEAR'S EVE by THOMAS HARDY THE FARMER'S BRIDE by CHARLOTTE MEW THE EVE OF BUNKER HILL [JUNE 16, 1775] by CLINTON SCOLLARD AVE ATQUE VALE; IN MEMORY OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE IDYLLS OF THE KING: MERLIN AND VIVIEN by ALFRED TENNYSON |