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 -'^ ARGUMENT 
 
 /jCCORDING to the legend, upon the announcement being made 
 at creatioJi '^ Let us tnake ?nan,^^ the angels wer'e 7nuch 
 agitated. 
 
 The angel of Peace ve7tttired to say that the direful co7ise- 
 
 quence would be war, which would 7nea7i widows a7id orpha7is, 
 
 viole7ice a7id rui7t. The a7igel of Charity took up the strain and 
 
 foretold that man would be selfish, vile-to7igued, cruel a7id U7itruth- 
 
 ful. At this mome7it all the angelic choirs united in the chorus 
 
 of the Seraphs {see Isa. vi. j.) '''Holy, holy, holy,^^ etc. 
 
 As man, accordi7ig to the a7igels Peace and Charity, would 
 lead a7i u7iholy life, his creation would therefore mea7i a discord. 
 
 But the A7igel of Love spoke, a7id co77i pelted attentio7i by the 
 beauty of her voice. She pleaded for 7na7i, a7id promised the e7id 
 of the Seraph- song y ''His gloiy filleth the whole earth,'''' would be 
 fulfilled, if only she 7night be allozved to touch ma7i''s heart. 
 
 A deep silence ensued. It was broken by the voice of the 
 Creator, who declared that ma7i 77iust be created, a7ldwho bade Love, 
 ivith Peace a7id Charity, Purity and Righteousness be his gua7'dia7i 
 angels. Universal Happiriess ivould 07ie day be siiprerne on Earthy 
 and Love would accomplish the 77ii7'acle. 
 Thus concludes the hitroduction. 
 
 The7i, in a dream, the ancient mo7iarchies are seen to pass i7i 
 review, a7id also the awful ancie7it cults, whereupo7i 
 
 I saw 
 The angel Peace zueep bitterly ! I sazv 
 Siveet Purity unfold her wings and fly 
 In horror from an impure world ! I sazv 
 Fair Virtue hide in terror. Chastity 
 Lie crouchino; ifi the mire . . . 
 
The ajigels Love ^ Peace and Charity at last pluck a plant 
 from Judea' s hills ^ which nestles and grows beneath Cross and 
 Crescejit. As a result^ Church and Mosque alike point heaven- 
 ward for man^ s guidayice ^ preparing hi7n thus for true Progress. 
 
 The later natio7is pass in review, among them England 
 who writes ^* Liberty ^' 07i History's scroll. A brief allusion to 
 Englajid^s world-work follows y when she is seen to touch a land 
 beyond the ocean ajid write the word " Liberty " on the hearts of its 
 people. The7i^ in the drea7n, the word takes root, and like the plant 
 plucked from fudea, bears wonderful f-uit amid bra7iches 7ia7ned 
 Love, Peace, Charity, Purity and Righteous7iesSy — after viands 
 ministering a7igels. 
 
 The tree is the American nation, which is thus born through 
 Englayid' s deeds. To spread such teachings over the world for all 
 manki7id to enjoy the fruits is declared to be A7ne7 ica ' s world-77iission . 
 
 A short resume of Americayi History follows, and America 
 
 and England 
 
 one in faith, 
 In language, ancestry, in comf}io7i much 
 Of History and heritage from pens 
 Which have immortalized the English tongue — 
 are see7i to perform their missioji by j$intly addressing the nations 
 of the world in the 7ia77ies of Love, Peace, Charity, Purity a7id 
 Righteousness. 
 
 The nations heed. War ceases. Arbitration rules. Uni- 
 versal Happiness becomes real 07i Earth. 
 
 Again the angelic choirs sing the Seraphs'' a7ithe7}i, and Earth 
 responds, no longer in discord, but 7iow i7i har77W7iy, declaring 
 " Earth is filled with His glo7y.^^ For His glory is the happiness 
 of His creatures , even as an earthly king'' s glory is the happiness of 
 his subjects. 
 
 The creation of man is thus explained. 
 It is the completion of God^s glory on earth. 
 
/^^ KING Supreme ! Thou rulest all the spheres 
 \^ That swing through space. TheshuttleotThywill 
 
 Is weaving all the wondrous web we call 
 
 Thy robe of glory — this, Thy Universe ! 
 
 Thy word hath been proclaimed * Let us make man ! ' 
 
 O God, create him not ! Thy Heavens sing 
 
 Thy glory ! Earth, this new born orb, designed 
 
 To be one jewel more to fringe Thy robe. 
 
 Will never echo back with man thereon 
 
 That chorus of the Seraphim, which swells 
 
 With harmonies of Ophanim, Hayoth, 
 
 And all the angel-hosts that voice that song ! 
 
 This Earth, the youngest child of all Thy worlds, 
 
 Is called into existence but to tell 
 
 Thy handiwork. But Thou, dost Thou need that ? 
 
 These Heavens witness that ! Much more Thy Heav'n 
 
 Of Heavens where Shechinah's glories pass 
 
 The pow'rs of creature's finite mind to grasp ! 
 
 Then Earth, this puny Earth, at best can add 
 
 One single note towards the chorus which 
 
 Attests what is with sound stupendous voiced 
 
 From end to end of all Thy Universe ! 
 
 But Earth, if marred with man's misdeeds, will mean 
 
 A discord in the music of the spheres ! 
 
 O bear with me, for who am I to speak 
 
 To Thee, O great Creator ? Only this I ask 
 
To add to what I have already dared 
 
 To speak — that man, whom Thou design'st 
 
 To make a Hving being, will detract 
 
 From what we call Thy glory. Thou art King 
 
 Of all the Universe. The happiness 
 
 Of all Thy subjects, all Thy creatures — that 
 
 Most truly constitutes Thy glory ; that 
 
 Declares Thy majesty, Thy greatness ; that 
 
 Proclaims Thy wisdom ! But this creature, man, 
 
 Will tear, and rob, and crush, and fill the Earth 
 
 With tears, with woe, with wrong, with war ! Alas, 
 
 The very sound of that accursed word 
 
 Affrights me ! Maimed bodies, shortened lives. 
 
 The sobs of widows and of orphans, — blood 
 
 To stain, and fire to blacken Earth*s fair face ! 
 
 O, war means Hatred, Ruin, Violence ! 
 
 From off the Earth must Purity and Love 
 
 Forever fly, and Virtue fold her wings 
 
 In agony of outraged soul. Alas, 
 
 Unhappiness will be the psalm of life 
 
 As Earth will hymn it. Father, let me ask 
 
 Of Thee, create him not ! Create him not ! " 
 
 So spake amid deep sobbings in the hosts 
 Of angels, those who minister before 
 The throne of Him whose being is too vast 
 For angel's soul to faintly guess — so spake 
 The angel Peace. 
 
 * * * 
 
For fiat had gone forth 
 " Let man exist ! " And at the sound thereof 
 The angels wept. 
 
 * * * 
 
 And angel Peace withdrew. 
 
 * * * 
 
 Then in his place stood forth sweet Charity. 
 And thus she spoke. 
 
 " May I be heard, O King ? 
 This creature who will lord the earth, behold 
 His heart will be of adamant. The sounds 
 Of brother's misery, of brother's wants, 
 Of brother's rights, will never wake his soul 
 To sympathy which must in human heart 
 Be stirred ere happiness can fill the earth ! 
 Foul selfishness will make him seek his own 
 Advantage, aye, will blind his eye and still 
 His tongue when he might move to act, or speak 
 To help a fallen brother ! O so stained 
 A heart ! So vile a tongue ! A heart which plans 
 His gain at others' loss — a tongue which stabs 
 With cruel, vile, untruthful word, or which, 
 With equal treachery, keeps silence when 
 A brother's honor is assailed ! Alas, 
 That I must speak such unkind thoughts ! But Truth, 
 The signet of Thy hand, my being sealed ! 
 I must, with those whom Thou hast crowned with pow'r 
 To know the motives which will move this man — 
 
^Made little lower than the angels — speak 
 As Truth compels. O great Creator, hear 
 My pray'r, create him not, create him not ! " 
 
 * * * 
 
 Then flashed the Fires, then moved strange Elements 
 
 And Powers, Agencies and Mysteries, 
 
 *Mid sounds that thrilled, and dazzling lights that gleamed. 
 
 While wondrous choirs invisible on high 
 
 An anthem voiced, whose echoes filled all space. 
 
 And Heaven's portals seemed to lift and shake. 
 
 As high'r and high'r their music rang out words 
 
 Which moved and swayed the inmost souls of all 
 
 The angel host to sing the seraph song : 
 
 '' O Holy, Holy, Holy, is the Lord 
 
 Of Hosts. " 
 
 * * * 
 
 They sang, and hardly died the sound 
 Away, before they heard a voice begin 
 Alone, so soft, so sweet, so pure, so clear. 
 So beautiful, that all stood rapt and lost 
 In ecstacy. 
 
 * * * 
 
 " *Tis Love, — the angel Love ! ** 
 They whispered when they gained the pow*r to speak 
 A word. 
 
 And thus the angel Love was heard 
 To end the chorus of the choirs on high : 
 
" His glory fiUeth all the earth,* O hear 
 O hear ye heavens, hear O Universe, 
 His glory filleth all the earth, — it fills 
 The earth ! it fills the earth ! and blessed be 
 The glory of the Lord from out the place 
 Wherein He is !f And He is there on earth 
 As He in Heav'n is here ! O blessed be 
 The glory of the Lord, it fills the earth ! 
 Oh ! man will work to make it fill the earth 
 If Thou, O Lord, wilt let me touch his heart ! 
 * * * 
 
 Then silence reigned. And all the marshalled hosts 
 In reverence bent low to hear a sound 
 Which strangely and most wondrously entranced 
 The hearers as it broke the silence. 
 
 Thus 
 It said : 
 
 " O Purity, O Uprightness, 
 Who stand before My throne, and who, with Love 
 With mercy wreathed, complete My glory, J know 
 
 Peace, O Charity, O Angels all, 
 
 1 speak, and lo, it stands ! Let man exist ! Behold, 
 He lives ! Attend him. Purity ! Attend 
 
 Him, Uprightness and Peace and Charity ! 
 Attend him Love, and teach ideals high ! 
 When human vice stains Purity, when man 
 
 ♦Seraph's Hymn, (Is. vi. j) fHymn of Ophanim, (Ezek. iii, 12) lAncicnt Creation Hymn 
 
^ By evil deed puts Righteousness to flight, 
 
 When from the path of Peace he strays, O Love, 
 
 Be thine the task to teach him Right ! And when 
 
 Foul selfishness defiles the soul I breathe 
 
 Within him, then, O Love, be thine the task 
 
 To root it out! I will that man shall be ! 
 
 I will that he shall pass through trial, woe 
 
 And even war, to Universal Peace 
 
 On earth ! I will that he shall learn to know 
 
 That Brotherhood complete must be for him 
 
 The goal to aim at in the face of all 
 
 That hind'reth ! Universal Happiness 
 
 Shall then exist and be for ever known ! 
 
 This miracle shalt thou, O Love, achieve, 
 
 For in this happiness on earth I find 
 
 My glory. '* 
 
 * * * 
 
 Thus He spake, and then again 
 Flashed lights. Strange elements, strange mysteries 
 Again were felt to thrill the Sebaoth ! 
 Again the choirs invisible awoke 
 The harmonies whose chords vibrating made 
 Those hosts respond in reverential awe, 
 " O Holy, Holy, Holy, is the Lord 
 Of hosts. His glory filleth all the earth. " 
 
 * * * 
 
 I dreamed. 
 
 And from my vision I was waked 
 
As man is wakened from his sleep. Beside 
 Me stood a messenger divine. I asked, 
 " What meancth this my vision? " Then again 
 I slept and dreamed by wondrous spell entranced. 
 
 * * * 
 
 I saw how mankind fell, how mankind rose, 
 
 I saw great monarchies bestride the earth, 
 
 Huge Babylon, proud Egypt, grand Assur, 
 
 Vast Persia, mighty Hellas, cruel Rome, 
 
 In turn held sway until barbaric hordes 
 
 With sword and torch made mankind's work a wreck ! 
 
 I saw oppression, immorality. 
 
 Injustice, slavery, defile^the earth ! 
 
 I saw false cults make sin divine. I saw 
 
 Men's minds misled by myths mishaped until 
 
 The names of Ba'al and of Ashteroth, 
 
 Both quickened in Religion's holy name 
 
 The vile and foul in mankind's hearts ! I saw 
 
 Grim Moloch drip with infant's blood ! I saw 
 
 The gods of Greece and Rome held up for man 
 
 To copy in his passions ! O, I saw 
 
 The angel Peace weep bitterly ! I saw 
 
 Sweet Purity unfold her wings and fly 
 
 In horror from an impure world ! I saw 
 
 Fair Virtue hide in terror. Chastity 
 
 Lie crouching in the mire ! " How long, O Lord, 
 
 How long? " — I cried — " Shall Might be always Right ? 
 
 Shall Treason strangle Reason's pow'r for aye ? 
 
Shall Vice be always Voice most powerful ? " 
 
 * * * 
 
 I waked in agony. 
 
 * * * 
 
 Again I dreamed. 
 I saw upon the ruins of the world 
 Which pagan sword and pagan thought had built 
 Another world arise. 'Twas planned, 'twas built 
 With miracle. I saw the angels Love 
 And Charity and Peace together work ! 
 From out Judea's lonely hills they plucked 
 A plant. It nestled in Europa's lands 
 Beneath the cross. It grew where cresent shone. 
 Then church and mosque with spire and minaret 
 Together pointed upwards, Godwards — thus 
 Preparing men for path of Progress true. 
 The path that leads to human happiness ! 
 I saw great nations born and grow. Proud Spain, 
 Great AUemaigne and scarlet Rome, a France, 
 The Czar-land — all engaged my dream. But not 
 The least was one which wrote upon the scroll 
 Of History a word which summed its work 
 For mankind's weal. 'Twas * Liberty * it wrote ; 
 And England was the writer. O thou land — 
 The mother of so much which blesseth earth — 
 Thy name shall live until the Heav'ns in smoke 
 Shall vanish, and the earth wax old, for thou 
 Hast taught the blessed word to modern world — 
 
That word whose letters spell sweet * Liberty ! * 
 Then through my vision swiftly ran the scenes 
 Of Runnymede, of Mars ten Moor, of halls 
 Where old Westminster weaves its potent spell 
 To-day of Reason, as of old it wove 
 Religion in the hearts of worshippers. 
 
 * * * 
 
 Again from out my vision I was waked 
 
 As one is wakened from his sleep. I looked, 
 
 Behold again the messenger divine 
 
 Addressed me saying : ** Man, what seest thou P " 
 
 * * * 
 
 Like Pethor's seer who, thrown into a trance, 
 Beheld a vision with his opened eye 
 Illumined with the mystic prophet-fire, 
 So I beheld great England touch a land 
 Beyond the ocean's vast expanse, and write 
 Upon the hearts of all her children there 
 The holy word of Liberty. And like 
 The plant the angels plucked from Zion's hill 
 It seemed as if that word took root, put forth 
 Strong branches here and there, bore goodly fruit 
 Of potent perfume, wonderful in taste. 
 And mighty to intoxicate with spell 
 The races of humanity which stretched 
 The hand to take the fruit with eagerness ! 
 And thus I read the name of every branch — 
 The branches Purity and Righteousness, 
 
The branch of Peace, the branch of Charity, 
 
 The branch of Loving-kindness. Then I knew 
 
 That man's redeeming angels there had worked 
 
 The miracle to call to life a race 
 
 Created but to voice to all the world 
 
 Its mission ' Purity and Righteousness, 
 
 With Charity and Peace, — in one word Love ! * 
 
 mission glorious ! O mission grand ! 
 Know this thy world-work, great America ! 
 
 * * * 
 
 Then in my dream I marked her throbs of birth- 
 
 1 heard the bell toll Freedom through the land. 
 I saw the sulphured smoke, the tongues of fire, 
 The reeling lines of armed men, the truce — 
 From Bunker Hill and Lexington to where 
 
 St. George's cross saluted Stars and Stripes. 
 
 I noted all — aye more, I noted how 
 
 That contest waked a dormant world, 
 
 How nations heard and quaked; how Liberty 
 
 Fraternity, Equality became 
 
 The battle-cry which maddened sons of France, 
 
 And dyed Europa's fields with crimson stain. 
 
 O Liberty, sweet Liberty, first heard 
 
 When Egypt's yoke was shattered, and a race 
 
 Went forth to Freedom, destined to bestow 
 
 Upon the waiting world the wondrous Book, 
 
 The ' Book of Books ' wherefrom the Puritan 
 
 Drank deep the draught of Liberty and taught 
 
The world to fight for Freedom ! 
 
 Still I dreamed. 
 No vision of high Heaven's realm entranced 
 My soul. On earth's more lowly sphere I gazed. 
 To mark America embarked upon 
 Her mission. Sped the years, quick sped the years, 
 When once again I waked in wonderment 
 And terror. . . . O the horror, when aroused 
 By war's alarms ! I cried aloud to him 
 Whose presence though unseen was felt so near — 
 " My lord, what mean these things ? The sound of war 
 Is in the land ! The earth resounds with tramxp 
 Of marshalled hosts — it quakes beneath the rush 
 Of mighty squadrons and artillery ! 
 See brother fighting brother— blue and gray — 
 The tongues of fiame, the thund'ring sounds, the call 
 Of bugles, ring of bullets, crash of horse 
 And shouts of man — all horrible — confused — 
 As if from hell were raging demons loosed 
 To vomit hate and strife ! O where is Peace — 
 O where is Charity, O where is Love ! " 
 
 * * * 
 
 And then I saw them weeping, and I asked 
 Must these things be ? 
 
 * * * 
 
 "O son of man," I heard 
 
A voice reply, " America to-day 
 Removes the stain which mars her shield of fame, 
 The poison which would paralyse her strength — 
 Her very life ! Alas the need for sword 
 To cut away the stain, for fire to burn 
 The poison out ! But stronger, firmer, aye 
 And nobler yet, America shall be. 
 When stain and poison, known as slavery, 
 Shall be for aye eliminate. " 
 
 * * * 
 
 I sighed. 
 " Give thanks for our deliverance, O pray 
 That God will lead us all along the paths 
 Of Penitence, submission to His will, 
 To unity, to peace fraternal ! " 
 
 Thus 
 Proclaimed the noble man who stood the head 
 Of union, elect by Providence. 
 
 * * * 
 
 The pain was o'er. Then Purity embraced 
 With Righteousness. Then Peace and Charity 
 And Loving- kindness dried their tears and sped 
 To heal the wounds the hateful strife had made. 
 They touched all darkened homes, all saddened hearts. 
 So widows wept with orphans, and strong men 
 United in the cry ' Enough ! * And time 
 Had hardly passed, and Peace was hardly heard. 
 Ere Charity proclaimed * Forgive, * and Love 
 
Declared that hearts beneath the blue and gray 
 Were pulsed with common blood. " The past is passed, 
 Its dead are buried " echoed ev'ry man, 
 From rocks of Maine to Texan coast, from East, 
 Where Sumter woke the storm of war, to West 
 Where wavelets gently kiss the Golden Gate. 
 
 * * * 
 
 " O son of man, what seest thou ^ I looked. . . 
 
 It was the messenger divine who spoke. 
 
 I saw the canvas of the future spread 
 
 Before my wond'ring eyes — America 
 
 Her noble mission was fulfilling, hand 
 
 In hand with mother England, one in faith, 
 
 In language, ancestry, in common much 
 
 Of history and heritage from pens 
 
 Which have immortalised the English tongue. 
 
 O noble mother, noble daughter, God 
 
 Hath holy work for you on Earth ! 
 
 I saw 
 Europa's sturdy children, and the hosts 
 Of hoary Asia, Afric's sons — all lend 
 Th* attentive ear to words that fell from both. 
 These nations born of Purity and Right, 
 The race whose very roots are Charity 
 And Peace, whose sap of life is Love — the race 
 Which spreads its branches bearing all these names 
 To shelter all humanity. They spake. 
 Great England and America, and bade 
 
TW assembled world give ear! 
 
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 O brothers heed ! 
 Let Peace and Charity and Love be heard ; 
 They are the angels of humanity 
 To guide us all to Peace and Brotherhood, 
 And on to Uuiversal Happiness. 
 And then America thus spoke her word: 
 " Let warfare end. Let arbitration rule ! " 
 Ye brother-nations hear me testify. 
 
 see how Heaven's blessing prospers me ! 
 
 1 know no curse of standing armies raised 
 By force of vile conscription. All my sons 
 May give their years and all their strength to fight 
 For bread, for wives, for children. Yet were need 
 To call, a million men would march to fight 
 
 For honor and for Liberty. O ye, 
 
 My brothers, break for aye the curse of war ! 
 
 Make free your sons to give their years, their strength 
 
 To wife and child, by industry to build 
 
 Their nation's might ! And then if quarrel rise. 
 
 Let arbitration hold its Holy Court, 
 
 Unbiassed, pure, and by us all upheld ! 
 
 Whereon the sound of England's voice was heard 
 
 'Tis time enough to march our hosts allied, 
 
 "When any nation shall defy the Court — 
 
 And then enforce compliance. In the names 
 
 Of Peace and Charity and Love, and by 
 
The God of Purity and Righteousness, 
 
 We solemnly adjure you, one and all, 
 
 Abolish war, for we are brothers. Yea, 
 
 Abolish war ! Might makes not right. Leave tooth 
 
 And claw to brutes. Be men. Be sons of God ! " 
 
 They spake. 
 
 And mankind answered back "Amen**! 
 
 * * * 
 
 Once more I saw the marshalled hosts on high. 
 
 Once more the dazzling colors glowed, and pow'rs 
 
 And agencies moved angel-bands to glide 
 
 And swiftly fly to do Divine behest ! 
 
 Once more the mighty chorus was upraised, 
 
 And then a sudden silence reigned supreme. 
 
 ^ H: ^ 
 
 A moment . . . and a Voice was heard to say: 
 
 " My glory is My children*s happiness ! 
 
 *Tis now revealed on earth! Ye angels whom 
 
 I charged to guide and teach my creature, man, 
 
 O Purity and Righteousness, O Peace 
 
 And Charity, O Love, your task is done, 
 
 My glory filleth all the earth!" 
 
 * * * 
 
 'Twas said. 
 And once again the songs celestial 
 
 Were hymned with wondrous harmonies by choirs 
 Enthroned on high ; and then the voice of Love 
 Took up the melody and thrilled the spheres, 
 
While Seraphim and Cherubim were bound 
 By mighty spell, and Ophanim, the Hosts 
 Of Holy Beings, Tsebaoth, were tranced. 
 For thus the voice of Love began to sing : 
 " O Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord 
 Of Hosts" — the angels' anthem — whereupon, 
 The Heavens rang with diapason grand. 
 The very stars seemed all to sing for joy: 
 " O Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord 
 Of Hosts!" 
 
 And then from earth there came response 
 " His glory filleth all the earth" .... 
 
 I waked. 
 I mused. I understood that Love had worked 
 Her miracle ! I cried 
 
 * * * 
 
 America ! 
 Thy mission is for universal Peace! 
 Make thou the overtures, let peace be heard! 
 Let all the past by Charity be palled! 
 O England, mother of so much which stands 
 For standard of nobility and Right, 
 Let Love heal wrongs! Then earth shall be a scene 
 Of Human Happiness at last complete, 
 Revealing thus the glory of the Lord! 
 O great America, if Israel 
 Is called the first-born* of the God of all, 
 
 * Exod. iv. 22. 
 
Yet thou art His beloved child, endowed 
 
 With Purity and Righteousness to make 
 
 For Peace, for Charity, for Love on earth. 
 
 O great and noble England, blessed of God! 
 
 Do this thy task and help to bring the day 
 
 When "Love and Truth shall meet; and Righteousness 
 
 And Peace shall kiss, when Truth from earth shall spring, 
 
 And Charity look down from Heaven"* — thus 
 
 To blot out all of Earth's unhappy past. 
 
 Thou England, thou America, know ye. 
 
 Your mission is to work with Israel, 
 
 The priestly racef commissioned in His Book 
 
 Of Books, to lead Humanity to God. 
 
 * Psalm nxxv. lo, 1 1 f Exod. xix. 6 
 
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