There Is No Peace by N. D. Anderson

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Sep 12, 1911

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 38, No. 36.

There Is No Peace

By N. D. Anderson

Peace, and there is no peace! Peace, and there is no peace!

Above, the seas are subtly smooth and still, Calm as the face of age—they, too, are old— Gentle as doves, soft murmuring the same. They glass the home of peace, and all the trains Of night and day pass unmolested through Their borders. Peace, and there is no peace! For underneath, in tumult and turmoil, Are born behemoths in the throes of hell! Huge flocks of monsters, each superior to His prototype, fly swiftly to and fro Across the ocean's floor, guarding the ways— With never-sleeping eye watching each other.

Peace, and there is no peace! Peace, and there is no peace!

Forth from a legion caverns of the deep, Swift plunging like to maddened steeds they come, Breaking the placid waters of the seas Into a myriad maelstroms! Flecking the red foam Against the face of heaven, and the depths With terror churning, the monsters are let loose; Behemoths struggle in titanic strife; The sun is darkened; and there are no seas, No lands, naught but the shriek of battle!