A little Tennyson for peace

In 1850 Alfred, Lord Tennyson became the Poet Laureate of Britain. His short poem Prophecy spoke to me this morning. A small group of us in south Orange Country are working with the Peace Alliance to help create a US Department of Peace and it's good to draw strength from the visionaries who've gone before.

For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see,
Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be;
Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails,
Pilots of purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales;
Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain’d a ghastly dew
From the nations’ airy navies grappling in the central blue;
Far along with world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm,
With the standards of the peoples plunging thro’ the thunder storm;
Till the war-drum throbb’d no longer, and the battle flags were furl’d
In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world.
There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe,
And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.

Isn't it about time?