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The words of the poet Longfellow, in his admirable poem, " The 

 Arsenal of Springfield," will then have a happy fulfilment : — 



" Were half the power that fills the world with terror. 

 Were half the wealth, bestowed on camps and courts, 

 Given to redeem the human mind from error, 

 There were no need of arsenals nor forts : 



The warrior's name would be a name abhorred ! 



And every nation, that should lift again 

 Its hand against a brother, on its forehead 

 Would wear for evermore the curse of Cain ! 



Down the dark future, through long generations, 

 The echoing sound grew 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." 



