The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-09-26
: THE pRorHEr or PEACE.
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General Grant, prInfed m the Derry (N. ul NtScs: " In ms unique call & new lind of role is saer to be played, that of sAe greatest of 6 hiers being the most re- uowned of peacsmakers one who, stand inc on a platform of cosmopolitan fame, won by the very nature of his single hearted generalship an audience such as She world never before rendered to the nlea for peace. Yes, marvellous as is the hct for poetic coloring in this so-called nrosy age, yet it is to be soberiy hoped that Grants simple Let us have peace" has been and will be needed by all nations as no plea for peace has yet been, even these of Jesus, which the general so greatly echoed. No shade of slightest isnaticism rests on those immortal words of Christ's latest lieutenant The man vho spake them was no sentimental dreamer or theorist whose thesis was writ ten on his white liver for parchment Mol the whole world knows now the man who did not blink amid the whistling of missiles, nor quail before any odds, nor vacillate in thought or plan, nor pause on the march except to care for the wounded and helpless, nor bluster and swell in the hour of final victory, but whose heart showed itself to be that of the soldier of humanity, instead of that old-time monster, Homer's people-de- yourer." With such a man behind the world, never did peace seem so respect able, so worthy, so much to be longed for and devoutly wished. We desired a mighty Napoleonic brain and will with out the tyrant's heart, and our prayer was more than answered, and a peacemaker for the world stepped forth before our vision, even while the dust of successful battle was on his garments, and in actual rersonal contact the whole round globe felt the healing touch Of ms palm. As founding fActl Dazzling bright, this new chapter in humanitys history. Never did 50 much balm reside in sc manly heart before. Never did one mans words and acts combine in so harmonious a whole, to balm the whole world s wounds. It cannot be accounted for, so unexam- pied is the spectacle, but by the special inspirations which have been the harbin- gers of Gods grace from the beginning
 From the beginning the Most High had good will only for the wrangling nations. He rose up early sending His prophets to speak peace to the world, until Jesus came with his Christmas greeting but olden prophet aud later the heralds of Christ's grace, though having some success, have of.ener been laughed to scorn, as weak-minded theorists who knew not the worlds real need of possi- bilities. But Dow at length out of the bosom of Christian family, arises one meek and unambitious enough to have been a special agent for tue peace socie- ties, but whose brain proved strangely enough to be that of the greatest fighter of the age. Surely, Gods plans for peace are being thwarted !! But wait, the pat te-smoke rolls away from the field of victory, and great loving heart is un- yelled on which is inscribed pardon, peace. And when this victor is called to the chair of state he presses arbitration as opposed u war, even to inc dispteas- ure of some professed preachers of the gospel of peace, and shames the lust for blood the world around Beautiful in- deed were thy gentle feet, O lamented Grant, as thou 'didst bear in thy gentle hand to all nations thy scroll on which was written the worlds final peace Even before thy death thou didst reap with thine own hand the harvest of the hrst bea;itude, and now that thou hast passed into the beatitude of the sons ot God, thy grandest title shall be peace maker for all nations.
 These are thoughts to be set in lyric poem, and we venture few simple stapzas as tribute from genuine feeling, if not of poetic power of the first order: Duty peaied in his soul it's buEie blast,
 But the secret power of its silver note Was, by sharp stroke, to win a peace that
 should last
 Grim war hidden deep in his own burial
 moat.
 In plainest of garb, and with modest mien,
 He stepped to the front when his hour had
 come,
 And drew without flourish blade so keen
 That its flash struck Distraction suddenly
 dumb.
 And then, without pause, right onward he With purpose, by death, deaths power to
 fleece;
 Though his lips in the desert of war were
 parched,
 He aimed for the cooling springs of peace. And, God for his guide, he reached them at
 taSt, And under the palms with his foes he drank, While, wond'ring, their glances on him they
 cast,
 Who the vanquished brevetted to brotherly
 rank.
 Heaven made him, that moment, the prophet
 of peace,
 For the whole round globe which should
 ring his praise.
 Whose every zone should have mighty sur
 cease
 From crowning of bloody ambition with
 bays.
 An now, when the strength of the meek be
 comes known
 And hers the whole wealth of earth s thou
 sand mines,
 The reapers of harvests our hero has sown, Shall sing of his deeds mid the wheat and
 the vine.
 Let us have peace :" O fighter so stern, No doubt can breathe mold on my simple