Ross Winn,
A Vision of Anarchy
(1895)
“ I see the grim specter of war fade forever from the scene and over all spread the white pinions of peace. I see the jails turned into workshops, courthouses into institutions of learning, and where once fell the awful shadow of the gallows, I see the flowers bloom. No more is heard the wild blast of war, and where once the earth trembled with the martial tread, I behold the peaceful artisan at his work. Such is the great hope, the grand ideal, the sublime dream of Anarchy. ”
