Peace in America

Horowhenua Chronicle, 4 August 1916, Page 3

Peace in America

(By Wait Mason;

ihe bouU of poaco is slick -s gi case, vuid we should guard and prize it, and love it well, for war is hell—llo delegate denies it. On Europe's strand, where peace is canned, and ail the kings are scrappy, the people know the deptlis of woe, and not a soul ia happy. But here, where peace fulfills its lease, with industry its neighbour, remote from tear we walk and hear the sounds of honest labour. The mill wheels hum, the plumbers plumb, the farmers go a-seeding, and you caoi walk a city block and' see no feiJow bleeding. The spinner spin#, the tinner tins, the banker banks the boodle—oh, happy land, wherein the band is playing Yankee Doodle! Such peace as this is surely bliss, the timbrel sounds our gladness, the psalter [is a Its, the waiter waits—-to whoop for iv«r is madness! By Europe's streams the moonlight gleams on pale and ghastly, corpses, and heaven frowns on blackened towns and shattered guns and horses. But on this shore no wave of gore against the homestead; ivashes; the sunlight shines on pumpkin vines and large and luscious I squashes.