From the Evening Star, July 24, 1915. By Philander Johnson.

The Dove of Peace exclaimed one day:
“Conditions fill me with dismay,
I will disguise myself and seek
The quiet dear to one so meek.”

On land she hoped, afar from strife,
To lead a simple barnyard life,
But shuddered with incessant dread
As cannon rattled overhead.

She trimmed new plumage and in state
The eagle sought to imitate,
Until an airship hurried by
And sent her trembling from the sky.

Then as a sea gull forth she flew
Where waves were still and skies were blue
Until a shock disturbed the scene
Caused by a reckless submarine.

And so she turns on weary wing,
Still hopeful that her wandering
On land or in the sky or sea
May find some spot from terror free.