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their own, assert their power and bid the murderous passions of men cease, as Christ stilled the stormy waves of Galilee. Peace! be still.
The mothers of this nation, the mothers of the world, shall no longer rear their sons to be slain, or give their loved ones to be butchered. If men can not get along without the shedding of blood and putting the knife to the throat of brother, let them no longer set themselves up as guides and rulers, but confess their self-evident inefficiency and turn the management of affairs over to the mothers, who will temper their justice with love and enthrone mercy on the highways. Then shall that peace that surpasseth human understanding, the peace of our Lord Jesus Christ, abide among men and redeem the world. Theirs the mission to bring about that time when the Golden Rule shall be incarnated in human affairs and govern the world; theirs the mission to usher in that time of which Isaiah sang and the prophets have so long foretold—that time, the hope of which has lingered in the hearts of men, and mingled with their hopes and yearnings, since the “morning stars first sang together when the earth was young.”
“ Oh Christ! Thou friend of men,.
When thou shalt come again In truth’s new birth,
May all the fruits of peace Be found in rich increase Upon the earth.”
We are nearing the dawn of the Sabbatical period—the dawn of the glorious twentieth century—of which that inspired champion of human rights, Victor Hugo, makes prophecy.
“ In the twentieth century war will be dead, famine will be dead, royalty will be dead, but the people will live.” A fuller and holier comprehension of the Lord’s prayer is filling the hearts of the people. “ Our Father, Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven,” will usher in that era when “ the swords shall be beat into plowshares, the spears into pruning hooks; when nations shall not go to war against nations, neither shall they learn war any more.”