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.
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