For mutual happiness and peace;
And bade their old dissensions cease,
That they might flourish and increase.

.XLII.

Too wise for bloodshed, War no more
Made demons of them as before;
Religion sow'd no poison-seed-
None wish'd his neighbour evil speed,
Or bore him malice for his creed.

XLIII.

But as I look'd with tearful eyes-
Tears sprung of joys and sympathies-
The colours of my vision grew
Many in one; and hue with hue
Was blent, and faded from my view.

XLIV.

And a still voice said to my heart-
Though but a dream thou seest depart,
And great the load of actual ill,
Hope in thy waking-labour still-
Deeds are fruition of the will.

XLV.

"The smallest effort is not lost;Each wavelet on the ocean toss'd Aids in the ebb-tide or the flow; Each rain-drop makes some flow'ret blow;

Each struggle lessens human woe.'

TUBAL CAIN.

I.

OLD Tubal Cain was a man of might
In the days when earth was young;
By the fierce red light of his furnace
bright

The strokes of his hammer rung;
And he lifted high his brawny hand
On the iron glowing clear,

Till the sparks rush'd out in scarlet showers,

As he fashion'd the sword and spear. And he sang-Hurra for my handiwork!

Hurra for the Spear and Sword! Hurra for the hand that shall wield them well,

For he shall be King and Lord!'

II.

To Tubal Cain came many a one,

As he wrought by his roaring fire, And each one pray'd for a strong steel blade

As the crown of his desire; And he made them weapons sharp and strong,

Till they shouted loud for glee, And gave him gifts of pearls and gold, And spoils of the forest free. And they sang-'Hurra for Tubal Cain, Who hath given us strength anew! Hurra for the smith, hurra for the fire, And hurra for the metal true!'

III.

But a sudden change came o'er his heart
Ere the setting of the sun,
And Tubal Cain was fill'd with pain
For the evil he had done;
He saw that men, with rage and hate,
Made war upon their kind,
That the land was red with the blood
they shed

In their lust for carnage, blind. And he said-'Alas! that ever I made Or that skill of mine should plan, The spear and the sword for men whose joy

Is to slay their fellow-man !'

IV.

And for many a day old Tubal Cain
Sat brooding o'er his woe;
And his hand forbore to smite the ore,
And his furnace smoulder'd low.
But he rose at last with a cheerful face,
And a bright courageous eye,
And bared his strong right arm for work
While the quick flames mounted high
And he sang-Hurra for my hand-
work!'

And the red sparks lit the air; 'Not alone for the blade was the bright steel made;'

And he fashion'd the First Plough share !

V.

And men, taught wisdom from the Past, In friendship join'd their hands, Hung the sword in the hall, the spear the wall,

And plough'd the willing lands;

wards!

Stay thine hand, and spare

My bower, for Faith and Friendship built

My castle in the air!