Peace

Raging hearts of many foe, soothed by tender word Wrath of kings, turned away, by voices softly heard Peace, peace, earnestly beckoned, intentions soon made weak Want for good, but folly say, the moment that we speak Can we all so careless sway, those do what they will And where is peace, when e’er the tongue spews ire in bitter spill Come now quickly, do, you must, before this day is spent If wronged be one, from thoughtless lack, make right and well repent Search the heart, and jolly be, if nothing vile is found And merry make when sure to find, a conscience fully sound. For happy is the man who strove, to do his neighbor well, Blessed is he, whose sole intent, always in peace to dwell.