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The Reign of Peace

1847; Springer Nature; Volume: 3; Issue: 13 Linguagem: Inglês

10.1038/scientificamerican12181847-97

1946-7087

Robert Macfarlane,

Historical and Contemporary Political Dynamics

There's a field ripe for the sickle, Waving with the golden grain, But 'lis not the field of battle Reeking with the gory slain,There is seen no charging column, Cheering to the deadly strife, Nor the bugle sings to waken, Man (0 seek his brother's life.Tis a field of moral grandeur, Bounded not by earth or sea, But the world WIth al: its fulness, Marching onward to be free.Long the cloud oj darkness slumber'd On old Tiber's sculptur'd sho re, But a brighter day is dawning, Rome now speaks like Rome of yore, We would not in iron phalanx, See her legions march again, Nor her cohorts red with carnage, On the bloody battle plain, But with free bold thoughts of f:'eedom, Striking shackle� from the mind Shedding gleams of social glory, Round the hearth of every hind.Silent be the warrior's clarion, Hanging in the martial hall, And the chained in soul and body, Free from bonds Cof tyrant thrall.Now upon her Alpine summits, Gleams the glorious torch of truth, And her eagle on dove's pinions, Cleaves the sky renewed in youth.And upon the gale are floatmg.