The Fairies

 Oh! earth that is sobbing, like a child in its sleep.

Oh! Brothers who suffer with pain fierce and deep.

Stand still in the ruin your passions have wrought.

Take count of the guerdon greed and sorrow have brought.

If your heart sinks despairing in the mystical calm,

List to God's choir; its echoes bring balm.

The fire but purifies; strife ends in peace.

Hosanna! Hosanna! the carnage must cease.

Lift up your voices, the day is at hand.

No more of sorrow to this happy land.

Realms of the Living Dead—A Brief Description of Life After Death, Harriette Augusta Curtiss and F. Homer Curtiss, the Curtiss Philosophic Book Company, Washington D. C., 1926