A PLEA FOR PEACE by Henry O. Morris

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Jul 4, 1899

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 25, No. 27.

A PLEA FOR PEACE.

By Henry O. Morris

Is this the country of the free That once was praised in song and story? Are those our sons beyond the sea Whose hands with patriots' blood are gory?

Can it be true that might is right, With us who once dug slavery's grave, And caused the rays of Freedom's light To shine afar—to guide—to save?

Was this sad war fought to enslave? Was it for this we sprang to arms And spilled the blood of true and brave? Was this the cause of war's alarms?

Have we, my people, sunk so low, So far, so deep in degradation, That we thus treat as common foe A weak and struggling helpless nation?

No! Let us cease the wicked fight And show the world we still are men, By sheathing now our sword once bright, While untold millions cry: "Amen." HENRY O. MORRIS.