The stars in their course Are nearing the dawn of peace. The purpling mountain-tops Of human love appear. Look ! Listen ! Above the battle's din you may hear The anthem of "Peace on earth." Good will to men is in the air. Out from the curling mists of the Pacific Sea That twist and twine Like things alive; From the glory of the upclimbing clouds Of the morning, that spill their jewels On the grass and flowers; In the liquid notes of the shuttle-throated mocking bird That pours its rippling prayers Into the ears of Deity; From the clean- trunked eucalypti, From orange blossoms and pendant pepper bough ; From the sweet-faced little children ; From the hearts of earnest men ; From the souls of women mothers ; From the planetary angles And rising constellations; From the heavenly hosts that "Declare the glory of God" ; From the inner sanctuary of cosmic law We may hear the song of Peace. Peace comes! Reach forth thy hands, brothers, sisters, Welcome thy Savior Peace.
- DR. GEORGE W. CAREY