Let Us Have Peace

The earth is weary of our foolish wars. Her hills and shores were shaped for lovely things, Yet all our years are spent in bickering Beneath the astonished stars.
April by April laden with beauty comes, Autumn by Autumn turns our toil to gain, But hand at sword-hilt, still we start and strain To catch the beat of drums.
Knowledge to knowledge adding, skill to skill, We strive for other's good as for our own— And then, like cavemen snarling with a bone, We turn and rend and kill . . . 
With life so f...