Tuesday, August 21, 2018


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

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