1 Years are coming—speed them onward!
When the sword shall gather rust,
And the helmet, lance and falchion,
Sleep in silent dust!

2 Earth has heard too long of battle,
Heard the trumpet’s voice too long!
But another age advances,
Seers foretold in song.

3 Years are coming when, forever,
War’s dread banner shall be furled,
And the angel peace be welcomed,
Regent of the world!

4 Hail with song that glorious era,
When the sword shall gather rust,
And the helmet, lance and falchion,
Sleep in silent dust.