Classic Poem

Now war is done and kultur is laid low
Among unutterable things, we pray
And ask, O God, that Thou wilt lay
The seed which in the future years will grow
The flower of peace, supplanting flowers of woe,
Until the world, long wrapped in weary grey,
Donning her raiment of eternal May,
Will hear no more the flourished trumpet blow.

Grant us, O Lord, the gift of open minds,
A League of Nations, pledged that war shall cease;
Let wisdom, faith and comradeship increase,
Not unforgetful of the ties that bind
To those who gave, and giving all, designed
A permanent and everlasting peace.