From the Evening Star, May 30, 1915. By Philander Johnson.
Civilization! Mighty word,
Which with all reverence is heard!
You teach the world to read and write
And into day transform the night.
And yet ’tis ever in your name
That armies march to fearful fame.
As we your blessings great compute,
We ask one favor more: Don’t shoot!
As pictures fair entrance our eyes,
And splendid buildings swiftly rise,
Some of your skill you set apart
For guns to shatter works of art.
As Science seeks our lives to save
She digs anew the soldier’s grave.
As you are wise and resolute,
We pray, be generous, Don’t shoot!