These are the things I prize And hold of dearest worth: Light of the sapphire skies, Peace of the silent hills, Shelter of the forests, comfort of the grass, Music of birds, murmur of little rills, Shadows of cloud that swiftly pass, And, after showers, The smell of flowers And of the good brown earth,- And best of all, along the way, friendship and mirth.
A peace that depends on fear is nothing but a suppressed war.
A peaceful man must fight For that which peace demands, Freedom and faith, honor and right, Defend with heart and hands.
Peace without Justice is a low estate, A coward cringing to an iron Fate! But Peace through Justice is the great ideal, We'll pay the price of war to make it real.