The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1916-08-12
PEACE.
"a prize poem by William Fl. Dunphv.. six
teen years of age, a pupil Of the Boston
Latin school.)

"a prize poem by william H. Dunnhv. SIX
Latin school.)
Last night, as tossing in my bed 7 lay,
and followed the dark paths Of war,
Perceived such sights, such deeds Of hell
As gladly from my mind I would erase, ="
And only deepest anguish memory
Recalls to those dread spots Of wretched-
I, stood upon q field Of deadly strife.
The countless hosts their endless lines ar
Then moved they forward. each against
And rushed like tigers thirsting for their
The loud artillery ploughed the field with
The men were hid in dust and blackened
For many an hour the bloody conflict ragged.
heard the victor shout, the vanqu1shed
7 saw the sabres flash. the bayonets CLEAN,
he shot Of pistol tn Of gun heard
And human blood flowed thick and rapidly
AS the swift brook that down the noun
At last the battle ended, dust and smoke
Sank down again upon that field Of gore;
The ground was strewn with corpses, man
In common carnage lay, a piteou. sight.
And s 1nde SGT, Of wounded sounded through
Oh Cod. that man in thine own image
Should seek his brothers blood with fiend-
And stain his priceless soul with deeds like
Is this the way he shows his love Of Theeg
Nor yet was that, my dreadful journey
Still followed I the wasteful tracks Of war.
found myself in cities one time great.
Proud in their palaces their steep1es high,
Their works Of and splendid .1ibrarieE.
Alas! Had they in this pride been content,
Still might their ancient glory brighter
But pride in warlike strength their ruin
Their former glory now was turned to
Their lofty buildings now in ashes lay, =.
Their wealth. to poverty and want had
The tracks of famine and disease saw,
Wars ,pestilence with dead had heaped
Most bitter anguish everywhere was seen.
The mothers heartaches for her long-lost
The widows tears for husband long since
The sister grief the orphans nnournful
Such sorrow was the cursed fruit of War.
I woke in horror, such Internal sights
Had filled my soul with dread, but lying
once more entered the sweet realm Of
But now my dream was changed. no more
Amid the turmoil and the din Of strife. :.
Fierce Wars forever from this earth had
rriumR 51S13S Peace with justice ruled the
Fair Peace, most steadfast friend to ma
Afar thou scatterest with . generous hand
The choicest blessings which this wide
And heaIst the wounds Of war, the griefs
Oh. Psaesi How sweet! No longer warning
Ravaged and burned an erstwh'le prosper:
In peaceful quiet reaped the ripenins grain,
Great golden fields the season's work repaid
And plenteous harvests cheered his happy
I marked the joyous, gladstone cottages,
Once more rejoiced by presence OF dear
Rich in the fruits Of trade, OF worthy toll.
No more harassed by wars and wretehed
And then spied the men Of courage true;
Heroes k,9 Of Peace and worker" for man
The man Of science, seeking day and night,
To add to human knowledge. human Joy:
The writer. toiling Ger his many books
The lawyer. laboring in the cause Of Right.
Nor turning from her paths for selfish
The brave physician daily risking life
To save. life, and to cure all suffering
Such men as these, the honored sons Of
Peace,
Men who with broadened minds and open
souls
Labor necessarily for mans enlishtenment.
And by their never-ceasing toll and care
Add to the sum Of human happiness,
Not to the sum of wretchedness and death.
saw the peoples great, who never more
Would arm to harm each other, struggling
now,
In friendly rivalry. to out-surpass
The others in their benefits toward man.
The whole world shone for me in light d.
It was the reign of Paradise on earth.
The happy days Of Eden come again,
1t was at last the rule Of Christ DER man.
woke again, this time in Joy serene,
Inc vision seemed to me sign divine.
When man should live IN peace With other
Against his BROTHER but would truly sing
That blessed, Peace on earth, good will
toward men" 49,,