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for peace; yet peace is but a prayer.

How many wars have been in my brief years!

All races and all faiths, both hemispheres,

My eyes have seen embattled everywhere

The wide earth through; yet do I not despair

Of peace, that slowly through far ages nears;

Though not to me the golden morn appears,

My faith is perfect in time's issue fair.

For man doth build on an eternal scale,

And his ideals are framed of hope deferred;

The millennium came not; yet Christ did not fail,

Though ever unaccomplished is His word;

Him Prince of Peace, though unenthroned, we hail,

Supreme when in all bosoms He be heard.