Down the Dark Future

Down the dark fu­ture

through long ge­ne­ra­tions

The sounds of war grow faint­er and then cease;

And like a bell with sol­emn

sweet vi­bra­tions

I hear once more the voice of Christ say

Peace!

Peace! and no long­er

from its bra­zen por­tals

The blast of war’s great or­gan shakes the skies!

But beau­ti­ful as songs of the im­mor­tals

The ho­ly me­lo­dies of love arise.