Hac nocte

Last night I had the strangest dream I ever dreamed before I dreamed the world had all agreed To put an end to war I dreamed I saw a mighty room The room was filled with men And the paper they were signing said They'd never fight again And when the papers all were signed And a million copies made They all joined hands and bowed their heads And grateful prayers were prayed And the people in the streets below Were dancing round and round And guns and swords and uniforms Were scattered on the ground Last night I had the strangest dream I ever dreamed before I dreamed the world had all agreed To put an end to war

hac nocte mirum stat mihi somnium, quo tale nunquam more notaveram: omnes omissuros per orbem horrida bella simul sedebat. apparet ingens aula, frequentia turgens virorum: copia gentium, quae iure iurabant papyris Martem iterum reparare nunquam. signant sigillis, milia milium condunt recondunt vellera : tunc manus iunguntur et divi coluntur gratibus et precibus modestis, infra choreis volvitur in viis saltatque proles, arcibus ensibus thorace loricaque et ocreis undique sub pedibus rejectis.