232. L. M. 81. MONTGOMERY. 1 I HATE that drum's discordant sound, Of tawdry lace and glittering arms: And burning towns, and ruined swains, 233. 11s M. MRS. PRICE. 1 POOR victims of war that by millions have perished, [the world; Your crimes have brought mildew and blight on But still the fell monster is tenderly cherished, And his thrice pointed arrows are constantly hurl'd. 2 O Savior, who gave thy own life as a token, Of the value of love, and forgiveness and peace; Shall thy precepts forever and ever be broken, And war from this faded earth never more cease! 3 Ah no! thou wilt reign, and these, billows of sorrow, That roll o'er the world will recede at thy sway; There is for lost man a more glorious to-morrow, To dawn on the earth with millennial ray. 234. P. M. BERNARD BARTON. 1 WHENCE Come your wars, frail worms of dust? Which in your members war; 2 When angels first to shepherds' ears, 235. L. M. MRS. SIGOURNEY. 1 PEACE was the song the angels sang, 3 Peace was the prayer the Savior breathed, 4 Redeemer, with adoring love, I LET warriors tremble, when they dare 2 That from thy throne thou lookedst down 237. C. M. E. DAVIS. A Naval Battle. 1 Lo! shameless on each vessel's deck, 2 And now war's vivid lightnings flash, 3 And mortal cries of agony- And bitter tears, and groans, and blood, 238. C. M. MRS. PRICE. A night after battle. 1 NIGHT spread her starless robe around, Gloom brooded o'er the battle ground, 2 Oh! there was woe, and pain, and death, As mortal groan and dying breath 3 Do human souls from such a glare Did Christ's pure spirit lead them there? 4 O Savior! send thy peaceful light, 239. S. M. MRS. SIGOURNEY. 1 CHECK at their fountain head, O God, the streams of strife! Nor let misguided man rejoice To take his brother's life. 2 Strike off the pomp and pride 3 To history's blazoned page Touch the pure wand of truth, 4 Press by each quiet hearth, The gospel's peaceful claims, 5 So shall the seeds of hate Be strangled in their birth, 240. P. M. MRS. PRICE. 1 How glad was the anthem the bright angels sung, 'Peace and good will unto men;' O'er the hills of Judea how sweetly it rung- Glad tidings of joy, for the Savior is born, Nations rejoice! Jesus the Savior is born. 2 He will reign till oppression has vanished away, The din of the battle shall cease, Till man to his brother no longer a prey, north, From the east to the west, from the south to the The light of his presence goes savingly forth, Hatred and wrath Flee from his path: Jesus has come to redeem. |