PEACE, peace! Yea, peace to him that is near. The crown is set on the Victor's brow, For thy warfare is accomplished now; And for thee eternal peace is made By the Lord on whom thy sins were laid: Then why shouldst thou fear? Peace, peace! Wrought by the Spirit of Might. In thy deepest sorrow and sorest strife, In the changes and chances of mortal life, It is thine, belovèd! Christ's own bequest, Which vainly the Tempter shall strive to wrest; It is now thy right. Peace, peace! Look for its bright increase; Deepening, widening, year by year, Like a sunlit river, strong, calm, and clear; Lean on His love through this earthly vale, For His word and His work shall never fail, And 'He is our Peace.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GIRL'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST A CHRISTMAS GHOST-STORY; CHRISTMAS-EVE 1899 by THOMAS HARDY THE WASHERS OF THE SHROUD; OCTOBER, 1861 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE PAST IS THE PRESENT by MARIANNE MOORE A CANADIAN BOAT SONG; WRITTEN ON THE RIVER ST. LAWRENCE by THOMAS MOORE TEARS by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 82. HOARDED JOY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |