Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1863-09-08

electric fire, gathering in the earth so long in
silence, flashed at last to heaven, and the ma
tons were rent. The crown fell from the
tyrant's head, the hoof of brutal Austria,
tramplng those Italian hearts, was lifted by
true peace maker, who flashed before the ma
tions, radiant as messenger from God, with
a sword mlghtier than King Arthur's "Excal-
ibur" to strike for the right That man was
Garibaldi-a rich man? No! prosperous
man? No! but divine peace maker walk
ing across Gods divine world to bring it into
oneness with his purposes, and SO establish
untailng peace upon it, and the people recog-
nizcd him and fell on their knees before him,
| though his only crown was straw hat, and
! his royal purple red flannel shirt; and they
| pressed his hands and kissed the sword of
their deliverancc and murmured blessing upon
him as he passed
This nation has striven to write its peace on
chains, but it tan never be done, though our
prosperity rises and rises thereby, till the
whole world shout the praises of our Great
Diana of tyranny; though the snow of the
cotton should be multiplied a million fold, and
every New England stream had its Lowells
and Lawrences, and England was one vast
Manchester, and the world resounded with the
buzz OF spindles and the hum of busy men,
and Midas stood and touched into gold each
fabric as it dropped from the loom. The re-
sponsive thrill through the land, the strong,
full, sympathetic beat of the popular heart,
as one clear voice says, "Away with the old
sim" assures us of this.
Peace means brotherhood. Peace means
mercy. Peace means the coming of Gods
kingdom, and the doing of Gods will on this
earth. Any seeming peace that means less
than this must inevita bly, be broken by the
roar of mon, by the struggle of the battle
field, by the rising Of the blood deluge on the
earth. And the true peace maker in public
life is the man with no weak yielding, no
smoothing over of wrong, no Withholding of
truth for the sake of quiet. He is always the
surgeon with the keen probe piercing to the
quick, though the nerves shrink and tremble,
''tiN tiS SiOoH VI ulSh iOIlOhS hHllG anu
scalpel. He is the benevolent doctor, whose
stern medicine drives out the disease, racking
the body till it is purged and purified. Let
no man mistake quiet for peace; under quiet
may often be rottenness, corruption, death;
under peace is purity and strength and life.
Peace comes through the contentment of
the people with their institutions and govern |
ment, and this con;entment exists only when |
government and institutions are founded on
Justice and the eternal right, for otherwise
some conscience will be prcked into watch
full discomfort, and so sure as one soul feels
that discomfort, other soul will be kinded by
it, till the sham peace is overthrow, and the
great light shows what Il poor, miserable thing
it was.
The public conscience is always drawing
the sword to cut up every false peace, and not |
till that blade is wrapped around with the |
todngs of right-doing can any permanent
peace be established. The shining blade of
God is sharper than Saladins cimeter, sever
ing the softeSt down cushion OF our ease it is
mightier than King Richards two-edged
sword, cutting through the tickest iron bar
of error as though it were gossamer. The
world has tried its hand at peace making for
the last thousand years, and ever the divine |
weapon wears through, and cuts down their |
work. The peace Of Westphalia, of Utrecht,
of Aix-la- Chapelle, of Paris, of Amens, our
own peace with England, the Italian peace
with Austria, where are they ?-brokcn,-tha |
the race might be saved from corruption and |
decay, and be driven forward to the camping
grounds OF the everlasting right.
Peace-it is mighty word to conjure with,
so mighty that no argument for war can stand
against it for a moment; so mighty that bad
men use it to destroy justice and bring the
reign Of evil on the earth, and so men must
LOOK all the more carefully to its foundations,
and write the sacred name
Not upon gibbets! though the vulture leaves
The bones to quiet, which he iust picked bare;
Not upon dungeons! though the wretch who grieves
And grOans within less stirs the outer air
Than any little field mouse stirs the sheaves.
Not upon chain bolts! though the slaves despair
las dulled his helpless miserable BRAIN
And left him blank beneath the freeman's whip.
10 sing and laugh out idiocies of pain.
Nor yet on starving homes! where many q lip
Has sobbed itself asleep. through curses vain.
l love no peace which is not fellowship,
And which includes not mercy.
What! your peacesadmits
OF outside anguish, while it keeps at home!
| loathe to take its name upon my tongue
lis nowise peace. lis treason stiff with doom;
lis gagged despair, and inartculate wrong.
O! Lord of Peace, who art Lord OF Righteousness,
Constran the anguished world from sin and grief;
Pierce them with conscience, purge them with re-
dress,
And give ns peace which is no counterfeitiD