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.