Where all have blundered, why apportion
    Rather with clarion-call to brotherhood
    Let each bethink him of the common good,
And hold to Freedom as no empty name;
This is no time each other to defame
    Seeing we are all made of common blood,
    Let not Conciliation’s nobler need
Yield to the fierce threat and passion none can

All to the ropes! or else our barque will drive
    Straight for the rocks and we be ship-
            wrecked all
        In this overwhelming catastrophic tide.
Sirs, we are brethren! wherefore should we
    Hark! from how many a grave there comes
            the call—
    “For Peace we hoped; for Right not
            might we died.”

(Carlisle Journal, 3 October 1919, p. 7)