A Garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!
Rose plot,
Fringed pool,
Ferned grot,
The veriest school of Peace; and yet the fool contends that God is not--
Not God! in Gardens! when the eve is cool?
Nay, but I have a sign:
'T is very sure God walks in mine.
These heroes are dead. They died for liberty--they died for us. They are at rest. They sleep in the land they made free, under the flag they rendered stainless, under the solemn pines, the sad hemlocks, the tearful willows, the embracing vines. They sleep beneath the shadows of the clouds, careless alike of sunshine or storm, each in the windowless palace of rest. Earth may run red with other wars--they are at peace. In the midst of battles, in the roar of conflict, they found the serenity of death.
My argument is that War makes rattling good history; but Peace is poor reading.
Scatter the clouds that hide
The face of heaven, and show
Where sweet peace doth abide,
Where Truth and Beauty grow.
The desire of love, Joy:
The desire of life, Peace:
The desire of the soul, Heaven:
The desire of God ... a flame-white secret forever.
A million million worlds that move in peace;
A million mighty laws that never cease;
And one small ant-heap, hidden by small weeds,
Rich with eggs, slaves and store of millet-seeds.
They sleep beneath the sod
And trust in God.
Passion is power,
And, kindly tempered, saves. All things declare
Struggle hath deeper peace than sleep can bring.
Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing,
Hope, and comfort from above;
Let us each, thy peace possessing,
Triumph in redeeming love.
Say to the seceded States, "Wayward sisters, depart in peace."
Rock'd in the cradle of the deep,
I lay me down in peace to sleep.
We should provide in peace what we need in war.
Let not another's disobedience to Nature become an ill to you; for you were not born to be depressed and unhappy with others, but to be happy with them. And if any is unhappy, remember that he is so for himself; for God made all men to enjoy felicity and peace.
They make solitude, which they call peace.
"There, take," says Justice, "take ye each a shell;
We thrive at Westminster on fools like you.
'T was a fat oyster! live in peace,--adieu."
The empire is peace.
Mercy and truth are met together: righteousness and peace have kissed each other.
Peace be within thy walls, and prosperity within thy palaces.
Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.
Even a fool, when he holdeth his peace, is counted wise.
There is no peace, saith the Lord, unto the wicked.
Peace, peace; when there is no peace.
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
Peace be to this house.
If it be possible, as much as lieth in you, live peaceably with all men.
The peace of God, which passeth all understanding.