The Council Bluffs nonpareil. [volume] (Council Bluffs [Iowa]) 1857-1867, 1859-09-24

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Written for the Council Bluffs Nonpareil.
THE REIGN OF PEACE.
BY GEO. HICKENLoPER.
Until the dawnng Of the Millennial day, war AND
o must continue to desolate and blast the earth
far through the clouds Of battle, methinks the sta
Peace aud goodwill is beaming like beacon light
id the fierce waves Of the ocean. March on to thI
18th, pure bright start Scatter by thy radiant bright
IS the dark clouds which enshroud thee! Their
II the storm Of conflict cease its muttcrings, ant
rainbow of peace and love, arching from pole 4
lie, span the Universal world Of God"
Hail, all hail that happy day,
When strife and war shall cease;
When every tribe and nation,
Shall hail the Reign Of Peace
When right DER might shall triumph,
And truth and Justice reign;
And love and peace without alloy,
Spread O. er our vast domain.
Speed, oh speed that happy day
Its pressgs doth appear;
zen now the signs Of promise tell,
Its glorious dawn 10 near,
When Intellect shall rule the world,
And Virtue hold the helm;
And war and woe be banished,
Throughout our glorious realm.
Long has despotic tyranny,
Her blood-stained flag unfurled,
And ignorance and error,
Too long have ruled the world:
The mind is now eafrsnchised,
From superstition's thral!,
Since justice, truth, and reason.
Have removed the dsrksome pail.
The age Of Mythc story,
Has long since passed away.
Yet its romantic folly,
10th curse the earth to-day
But Truth will overcome it,
And Reason show the wrong,
For errors must be soon consigned,
Where they Of right belong.
Next came the age Of Bigotry,
To bind the soul in chains,
And on the page of history,
Is seen its bloody stains
Galillio and Socrates,
Servetus and Huss!
These glorious names shall ever DO,
heritage to US.
The Spirit Of Progression,
With science, peace and art,
Comes now in moral grandeur,
To renovate the heart;
To teach the soul its destiny;
Its true design and end
That from its native greatness,
Itnever may descend.
Enrapt in sacred vision
Iheard sound sublime,
Thrice mystic voices uttered,
''Tis time, It's Time. lis time, y
The age Of superstition.
And senseess higotry,
Shall pale before calm reason,
Aud make tn nations free.
brighter dry is dawnlng,
When man shall know his worth,
And learn his true position,
Upon our beauteous earth
Injustice and oppression,
Shall al! be swept away,
And freedom, truth and reason,
Have universal sway.
The right o. kings is doubted;
The sCepter, crown and throne,
with all their tyrant's trappiuss,
Must soou be oveEthrown:
The God Of Nature wIlied 1t,
That man should ever be,
The sovereign Of that Temple,
That lie created FREE.
Nature smiles and earth is glad
with innocence and joy;
The teathcred tribes Of heaven,
: Their tuneful notes employ:
The seasons come an go,
With their sunshine and their showers,
And yield in rich abundance,
Their golden fruits and flowers
Epon the desert air;
Ea,h pebble by he akelet
For ages sparkling there;
Each pur ing brook and silyery lake,
That parts the howery sod,
But Offers Its sweet incense,
Before tue throne Of God.
Every star that gems the sky.
Doth mutry sing HIS praise;
The whIrlIng comet in ITS course,
Joins III the won,lrous lays:
Thu, Nature ia her works,
The wlll OF Heaven keeps,
Controlled by that Allseeing eye
That never, never sleeps.
fhen why should man immortal.
The crownirg work OF God,
Alone, Of all His works,
Incur His Christening rod?
IT'S strange that dire ambition,
Shru.d do>VIate earth,
Since it was formed in wisdom,
For souls Of Heavenly birth!
otis true It's strange, It's strange ii. true
Ii ever has been So
That man S uuhal lowed passions
Have filled the world with wo:
brighter day is dawning,
When sin and strife shall cease,
beauteous star is rising
1t is the Star of Peace.
Far through the gloom and rkness,
see that lovely star,
1t beams with sparkling radiance
Though it shineth from atar:
Bright harbInger Of Peace!
Let thy banner he unfur1ed!
For glorious is thy mission,
Thou CONTEST to save the world.
Hasten to thy zenith,
Thou bright aud beau,eouG star;
Let nations see thy beamugs,
Mid the battles din and jar:
Scatter BY thy radiance,
The clouds Of gloom away.
Then shall the storms of conflict cease
And wrong be done away.
orNc1L BLUFFS, iowa.
THE LONDON TIMES OFFICE.
'lr. Story, son of one of the proprietors
the Rochester Democrat, writes to that
ser an account of his visit to the Office Of
London Times. We copy portion of
s.nsrratlve:
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