After volcanoes husht with snows, br Up where the wide-winged condor goes, br Great Aconcagua, husht and high, br Sends down the ancient peace of the sky. br br So, poised in clean Andean air, br Where bleak with cliffs the grim peaks stare, br Christ, reaching out his sacred hands, br Sheds his brave peace upon the lands. br br There once of old wild battles roared br And brother-blood was on the sword; br Now all the fields are rich with grain br And only roses redden the plain. br br Torn were the peoples with feuds and hates br Fear on the mountain-walls, death at the gates; br Then through the clamor of arms was heard br A whisper of the Master’s word. br br 'Fling down your swords; be friends again: br Ye are not wolf-packs: ye are men. br Let brother-counsel be the Law: br Not serpent fang, not tiger claw.' br br Chile and Argentina heard; br The great hopes in their spirits stirred; br The red swords from their clenched fists fell, br And heaven shone out where once was hell! br br They hurled their cannons into flame br And out of the forge the strong Christ came.