A Plea

(written about 1936) This poem was featured in a newspaper article in 1936

Must war never cease?
Must we always be fools?
Don’t men know how futile they fight?
Don’t they have any feelings, or judgement, or love?
Don’t they know when they’re not doing right?

Oh! God, grand us once that our
Minds may be clear
That our freedom may always remain
That whatever may come and whatever may go
Remind us the worlds not insane

Please tell us we’re yours, the children of God
We’re a work that’s of your holy hand
We’re a miracle wrought by a patience divine
And we’re placed on this beautiful land!

The peace of the world, of our homes and our friends
Is the dearest security found may it hold its firm hand
on the shores of our land
And on all of the countries around