
Looking at an arsenal's stored weapons, the speaker compares them to organ pipes and imagines the sounds of warfare across ages and peoples. The speaker argues that wealth and power devoted to war could instead correct human error, then envisions the noise of battle yielding to Christ's call for peace and melodies of love.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow · Genre: Anti-War Literature, Poetry · 534 words
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, / Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; / But front their silent pipes no anthem pealing / Startles the villages with strange alarms.
Ah! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, / When the death-angel touches those swift keys / What loud lament and dismal Miserere / Will mingle with their awful symphonies
war · peace · arsenals · weapons · civilian suffering · military spending
The Arsenal at Springfield is listed on Textopian as a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, dated Date unknown.
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