The time shall come when man shall hold
His brother more dear than sordid gold,
When the fierce and false alike shall fall,
And mercy and truth encircle all.
Toil, brothers, till the world is free,
Till mercy and truth holds jubilee.
The time shall come when the weaver's band
Shall hunger no more in their fatherland;
When the factory child can sleep till day
And smile when it dreams of sport and play.
The time shall come when the earth shall be
A garden of joy from sea to sea;
When the slaughterous sword is drawn no more,
And goodness exults from shore to shore.
Toil, brothers, toil, till the world is free,
Till goodness shall hold high jubilee.
Poems
The time shall come when man shall hold
From the August 1915 issue of The Christian Science Journal