I think the birds in that far dawn Were still. The bustling town below Lay listening. Its strength was drawn To him, as tides that inward flow. All Galilee lay still. Far fields of corn Lay still to hear that silent, sacred morn. Be comforted; and blessed be The meek, the merciful, the pure Of heart; for they shall see, shall hear God's mercy. So shall peace endure With God's peacemakers. They are His, and they Shall be His children in the Judgment Day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DESCRIPTIONS by VIRGINIA A. ALLIN THE GOLDEN YEAR! by ALFRED AUSTIN BLEAKE'S HOUSE IN BLACKMWORE by WILLIAM BARNES PHILEMON by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS ASOLANDO: BAD DREAMS by ROBERT BROWNING ROMAE, PRINCIPIS URBIUM ... by JOHN BYROM |