Excerpt from Thoughts of Peace

Thoughts of Peace.

My Peace.

When the sunlight, the beautiful sunlight
Of the golden summer days,
Shimmers down through the thick-leaved orchard
In a sweet and mystic haze,
When the brook whispers low, and the ether
Is filled with a dream of song,
And the sky is blue and cloudless
Where the birds sing all day long,

Then, ah then, with a smile, we murmur
The beautiful rest-word, "Peace."
And we fold our hands in that moment,
And wish it would never cease.
The breeze in the tree-top rustles,
Above float soft clouds of fleece,
And the heart's at rest. You remember, -
In not that your dream of peace?

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