At Peace; And At One With All
If peace is the Lord
Breathe Judean air!
A wanderer, who's emptied
Himself of each care.
If feeling at one
With all The Christ is
Its high places, Israel's
Stand up on. Strange bliss!
Out beyond each coast day, night
When leaning o'er thus:
This, my nation's, this, my world's -
Shaking pitious.
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