We face the nations with one hand outstretched In greeting, and with peace upon our lips; But in our hearts a question, in our minds The haunting echoes of the song of war. The song that sets the world a-tremble still And shakes the very pillars of our faith. How long before the peace can pass our lips, Can claim our minds and drive out old distrust? To doubt mankind is but to doubt ourselves. When shall our fingers dare to drop the sword, While with unquestioning eyes we reach two hands In open comradeship to all the world? |