There is a peace that comes after sorrow
Of hope surrendered, not of hope fulfilled
A peace that looks not upon tomorrow
But calmly on a tempest that is stilled.
A peace that lives not now in joys excesses
Nor in the happy life of love secure
But in the unerring strength the heart possess
Of conflicts won while learning to endure.
A peace there is in sacrifice secluded
A life surrendered, from will and passion free
Tis not the peace that over Eden brooded
But that which triumphed in Gethsemane