Love will surely conquer, And hate and war shall cease. 4 See the world like ocean surging, Truth will surely conquer, Truth and Love will win the day. 5 Yes, this earth, though stained and gory, And the light shall see: 255. P. M. MACKAY. 1 MAY every year but draw more near Now sorrow reigns, and earth complains, But the day shall yet appear, [shall be, When the right with the might and the truth And come what there may, To stand in the way, 'That day the world shall see. 2 Let good men ne'er of truth despair, O, give not o'er, until once more In vain and long, enduring wrong, 3 Though interest pleads that noble deeds To noble minds, that duty binds, The brave and true may seem but few, 256. P. M. DUGANNE. For a Community Festival. 1 HOLY and bright, in truth and light, When man shall love like the saints above, We'll sing to-night the day-spring bright, And draw from the soul, with her sweet control, 2 Too long hath Might oppressed with blight, Yet sing to-night, &c. 3 For why affright with dreams of might, Or sadly wear the chain of care, Let's sing to-night the Future bright, And draw from the soul, with her sweet control, 1 Nor with the flashing steel, Or stir of drum; But in the bonds of love 2 The LAWS of Christian light, Christ is our leader high, And the broad plains which lie 3 On, then, in God's great name, Christ leads us here. 4 So shall earth's distant lands, One brotherhood, Together rise and sing, E. DAVIS. 1 HUSH the loud cannon's roar, Why should the earth be drenched with gore? 2 Want, from the wretch depart! 3 Churches and sects, strike down 4 Let love and truth alone Hold human hearts in thrall, That heaven its work at length may own, 259. S. M. O. JOHNSON. 1 IN strong fraternal ties, Lord, bind our hearts as one, And through the path where duty lies, 2 From self, oh set us free, And each impure desire, And may we never stray from Thee, 3 0 let no party wall Our loving souls divide, 4 And through life's darkest night, 1 No field of vict'ry won With blade and battle brand; 2 Too long the man of blood GILFILLAN. Hath ruled without control; 3 Come, man, to brother man, Come in the bond of peace; Let strife and war, with all their train 4 Let fruit-trees crown our fields, And on our mountain steep, the songs 12 |