In a dear old-fashioned parlor Lighted by the firelight glow, Sitting side by side, a couple, Both with hair as white as snow. They have shared both joy and sorrow, Both, of life have drunk their fill; Peace is written on their faces For she is his sweetheart still. The scene is changed. We see a mother Bending o'er a little bed. We can guess that on the pillow Lies a little curly head. Angels whisper to her darling; See, a smile is on his face; With the proudest Queen the mother Would not now exchange her place. Cattle grazing in a meadow, Near by runs a babbling brook, Birds are singing in the branches; Lying in a shady nook, Rests a man from weary labor, Soon his day's work will be done And his wife will come to meet him At the setting of the sun. When a great and mighty nation Has been forced to go to war, Soon there comes the call for soldiers And those go we care most for. Anxiously we watch the papers, Praying that the strife may cease. When news comes, the war is ended, Then -- how beautiful is @3Peace@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WALKING MAN OF RODIN by CARL SANDBURG ELEGY ON MR. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE by WILLIAM BASSE HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 7 by EZRA POUND HEART AND MIND by EDITH SITWELL HYMN TO THE FLOWERS by HORACE SMITH LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 6. SPRING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM VERSES WRITTEN ON THE BACK OF AN OLD VISITATION COPY OF ARMS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |