We bow to fear.
Fear fearfully
Bowed and bowed
To Eisenhower.
We think of war;
War thought of Eisenhower —
Victory too.

Two infinite extremes:
War and Peace —
War the destroyer
Of blooming world,
Peace the devourer
Of roaring War.

The Thunder
Of the Omnipotent,
Divinely arranged
For their dinner.
A dinner unprecedented,
And inimitable, too.

Both the Princes came in.
Two hearts became one
In a golden embrace.
They grew into all delight.

Dinner over,
War sat in absolute relief
At the feet of Eisenhower.
Peace commenced his dance,
A perfect stranger
To the dark hush of extinction—Night.

God smiled.
In words of dynamic Silence He spoke:
"The Man of the Hour."