The figure of Christ is twenty-six feet in height. In one hand it holds the emblem of the cross, while the other is extended in a blessing, and as if uttering the one magic word "Peace." On one side is a tablet with the inscription: "Sooner shall these mountains crumble into dust than the people of Argentina and Chile break the peace to which they have pledged themselves at the feet of Christ the Redeemer." On another side is the inscription:

"He is our Peace

Who hath made both One."

THE VISION OF PEACE

Extract from Onward

NATHAN HASKELL DOLE

O, beautiful Vision of Peace,
Beam bright in the eyes of Man!
The host of the meek shall increase,
The Prophets are leading the van.
Have courage: we see the Morn!
Never Fear, tho' the Now be dark!
Out of Night the Day is born;
The Fire shall live from the spark.
It may take a thousand years

Ere the Era of Peace hold sway,
Look back and the Progress cheers
And a thousand years are a day!

The World grows - yet not by chance;
It follows some marvelous plan;
Tho' slow to our wish the advance,
God rules the training of Man.

A VISTA

JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS

SAD heart, what will the future bring
To happier men when we are gone?
What golden days shall dawn for them,
Transcending all we gaze upon?

Will our long strife be laid at rest,
The warfare of our blind desires
Be merged in a perpetual peace,
And love illume but harmless fires?

Shall faith released from forms that chain And freeze the spirit while we pray, Expect with calm and ardent eyes

The morning of death's brighter day?

These things shall be! A loftier race

Than e'er the world hath known shall rise,

With flame of freedom in their souls

And light of science in their eyes.

They shall be gentle, brave, and strong,
To spill no drop of blood, but dare
All that may plant man's lordship firm
On earth and fire and sea and air.

Nation with nation, land with land, Unarmed shall live, as comrades free; In every heart and brain shall throb The pulse of one fraternity.

They shall be simple in their homes,
And splendid in their public ways,
Filling the mansions of the state

With music and with hymns of praise.

In aisles majestic, halls of pride,

Groves, gardens, baths, and galleries, Manhood and youth and age shall meet To grow by converse inly wise.

Woman shall be man's mate and peer
In all things strong and fair and good,
Still wearing on her brows the crown
Of sinless sacred motherhood.

High friendship, hitherto unknown,
Or by great poets half divined,
Shall burn, a steadfast star, within
The calm clear ether of the mind.