The Florida agriculturist. [volume] (DeLand, Fla.) 1878-1911, 1893-09-06

Man cannot pay the honor that is due us
Till war, the Mower laid his weapons down,
And from the heights the festa centuries view us,
And peace the tomb OF every soldier crown!'
Liberty, time brings her harvest pea ,e to thee
l sing the song that Salverry sung,
The warrior poet DER whose white camps hung
The frozen irises of Andean skies,
And whose celestial vision saw arise
The flag OF Peace, humanity to free,
Ye warriors Of freedom, we champions of1ight,
Sheathe your swords to sweet harmOHy's
trains.
No bayonet should gleam. nor sod er should
fight,
Where Liberty glorious regns
Mel your lances to plowshares, your swords
into spades,
And furrow for harvests your plains,
No shock of the hattie should startle the shades
Where Liberty glorious reigns
But Plenty should follow where Peace leads the
And Beneficence waken her strains,
Let the war bu2les cease and the peace pipes all
Where glorious Liberty regns.
Nor honor is from the battlefield red,
Nor glory from tumult and STRIFE
That soldier is only by god-like thought led
Who offers his country his life.
Ye warriors of freedom, We champions of right,
strains.
No bayonet should CLEAN, and no soldier should
fight
Where glorious Liberty reigns
White City by the Inland Sen all hail:
Above thy domes one breeze ali flags are blow
ing,
Thou art the future, irsed sun crowned, Glow
ing,
And War to greet thee drops his coat OF mail.
Loud cries the past from her dead fields OF blood.
Disarm!
Il he word of Christ obedient to her Lord:
DiSarm!
The toiers of the lands with one accord:
DiSarm
The mothers of all lands in one grand word:
Disarm!
The children leading the New Worlds brother
Disarm!
And all who mems life blood as sacred hold,
And all who live for men and not their gold,
And the long future as her gates unfold,
DiSarm!
All bright with the fields of the harvest to day
Time moves to it's destnes splendid.
And Freedom triumphant is leading the way
BY Science and Progress defended.
The School heads the march OF the banner OF
And Truth is the end of endeavor.
And WashingtOns fame and our grand
Lncoln's name
Shall ring in the t1umpets forever!
Hail, stars of the dawn! Hail. bright harvest
The Destinies say to tho spindles go on!
The trumpets are sounding! Arise and essay,
''COme see ye the day
Come see We the day."
Messiah of nations. let centuries hail
Thy secular year of THANKSGIVING.
Like / he Romans of Old let them tell the grand
tale
That is heard only once by the living
The march of knowledge and Progress ap-
pears
And Chronos is winding the clock OF the years.
A hundred Thanksgivings shall follow the sun,
And this grand year of Colon shall bind them as
And the Centuries sing
AS the peace trumpets play
Like the Romans OF old down the Appian Way
Come ye the Day
Come ye the Dayj''
White City by the Inland Sea. all hail!
The Aryan race that erst Columbus led
Der living seas with hopes uncharted sail.
Takes the White BOrdered Flag of Liberty
For her new ri OF, and goes forth from thee
To bless the living and to crown the dead.
Loud cries the Past from her dead fields of
blood:
Advance!
The world OF Christ. obedient to her Lord:
Advance!
The toilers of all lands with one accord:
Advance!
Tha mothers Of all lands, in one grand word:
Advance!
The children, leading the New Worlds brother
hood:
Advance!
The day that no man living ever saw,
With white hand closes the black gates Ct war
And ne'r shall end till from the Aryan race
The sun shall hide on it's last fire his face,
Halt, serried hosts reverse the sword and lance;
White Bordered Flag, advance!
White City by the Inland Sea, all hail!
White Bordered Flag OF Liberty.
That thence the Pilot Of the race shall be,