NO PEACE!
THE FORGOTTEN BOOK She read the Journal and the Port, The Green Book and the Red, She kept the serials of the month
There can be no peace while the na-
tions wrangle,
And great on the small their will
impose;
Securely in her head.
While some are jealous and some suspicious, And weak ones reckon the strong
She went through books both old and
new,
Best-sellers, too, she thought; as foes; She read the jokes and studied styles; While their trust and hope is in more No item went for naught. munitions, She read the sporting page; she knew And the gods of force are their Each athlete by his name; only stay— She read of baseball, football, golf— Though the hearts that sicken at Familiar with each game. nameless horrors
May plead and ponder and plan and pray.
She looked the funny paper through; She watched the mails to seize The magazine she liked the best, Those columns most did please.
There can be no peace in this age of bloodshed. Of strife and hatred and deep dis-
But in her house there was a Book
With pages never turned. trust; Whose messages of truth and hope The bow and the spear shall not be Were still by her unlearned— broken,
The sword in the scabbard shall never rust. Though kings take counsel and states- Though people with people a pact shall make, They can sign no truce that they will men promise,
The Book that tells of Him who came To earth that we might know The beauty of a sinless life,
Lived here so long ago.
What pity 'tis she does not know
This Man of Galilee, not sunder, Who healed the lame, the blind, the And swear no oath that they will deaf, not break. Beside the sapphire sea! And still she reads and laughs and There can be no peace till the King cries of glory O'er stories of the hour; Comes down to earth from the And lets the Book, dust-covered, lie heavens above Unopened in its power. To rule the world with a rod of iron,
To judge in justice and reign in love; Till the throne of David is set in Zion, And all the kingdoms of earth are No peace till His righteousness shall flourish, No peace till the will of God is one;
And still the Book, so precious, lies,
Its pages never turned;
Its messages of truth and hope Are by her yet unlearned.
And shall we not a lesson glean From readers such as she? Be this our favorite Book that tells
done.
— Annie Johnson Flint
Of Christ at Calvary!
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