Great Peace have they which love thy Law: and nothing shall offend them.—Psalm 119: 165.
Peace is the song of morning birds,
Peace is the rhythm of lowing herds;
The sylvan dell of hope made bright,
The altar fire of Heaven's light.
Peace is the joy of deepest thought,
The soul of Life by ages sought;
The tranquil of the heart's repose,
The fragrance of the opening rose.
Peace is the fruit of conquered sin,
The Spirit's flame that burns within;
The reign of Love within the mind,
The joy that comes of sense resigned.
Peace is the rest for which we long,
The vesper-hymn of Love's pure song;
The rest that comes when day is done,
The gloaming of the setting sun.
Peace is the calm of stillest night,
The stream of Life in noiseless flight;
The stream that ever Godward runs,
Tracing its course o'er suns and suns.
Peace is the calm of holy thought,
The song of Christ by angels brought;
The grand Amen by Spirit said,
The crown of Christ upon the head.
