The day of War is over When, to please a Prince alone, A thousand slaughtered wretches Were to the eagles thrown. There is gloom upon its glory, There is rust upon its sword, For the day of Peace is dawning In the coming of the Lord. Arise in Christian manhood And join the joyous throng, With Jesus in your music And His mercy in your song; For His blood hath been the ransom For the World, for you, for me, And His love o'erflows the mountains In an everlasting sea. For the Christ who rose in glory Shall return to earth the same, And the warring hosts shall vanish At the voicing of His name; And the stars shall flash new splendors At the fulness of His grace, For the Heavens reflect His glory, And the Earth shall show His face. Then, with Mercy in the mighty, And forgiveness in the strong, The meek shall be our judges, And the Right shall rule the Wrong; And, with one acclaim, all peoples Will the Love of Jesus praise, And their Glory Hallelujahs Shall fill the happy days. THE YOUNG VETS. We all know the face of the chap who can tell How he led the victorious van, Through whose terrible yell all the enemy fell Or fled from this murderous man. We all know the pate of the chap who was late, Too late for a wound or a scar, A year or two late for a soldierly fate, And twenty too late for the war. We all know the voice of Goliah the Great, Who never smelt powder, you know, Who came to the field of battle too late To give little David a show. We all know the tale of the chap who delights To tell all the girls he can find Of the terrible sights, of the feuds and the fights, That he fought in the depths of his mind. On a Century Map, we all know the chap Who can trace his proud place without fear, Who claims the drum-tap found him first in the gap, Though he skulked forty miles in the rear. MAIDEN KNICKERBOCKER AND THE GALLANT CAPTAIN PICKWICK. MAIDEN. O my gallant Captain, whither and away? Know'st thou Jersey Pirates smuggle in the bay? Won't you take me with you for a little fly? If the Pirates catch you, I'll shoot 'em with my eye. CAPTAIN. Come, Manhattan Maiden, share the sailor's pains. If the Pirates catch me, save me from their chains. Meantime mark the sailor mount the topmast high, Till his trim tarpaulin almost scrapes the sky, Luffing to the starboard, tacking o'er the bay, Thus Manhattan Captains sail their lives away. MAIDEN. Who's the girl out yonder reaching up so high, With her jack-o'-lantern darkening up the sky? Do you think she's pretty? Do you think it pays Standing up so bare like, with no polonaise? CAPTAIN. Now, Manhattan Maiden, 'tis the Law Marine No form but that of Captain must on this Bay be seen; So look at me, my maiden, mark my windward eye, Neptune his sweet Venus loves no more than I. Luffing to the starboard, tacking o'er the bay Thus the loving Captain sails his life away. MAIDEN.