We ask for peace. We, at the bound O life, are weary of the round In search of Truth. We know the quest Is not for us, the vision blest Is meant for other eyes. Uncrowned, We go, with heads bowed to the ground, And old hands, gnarled and hard and browned. Let us forget the past unrest, -- We ask for peace. Our strained ears are deaf, - no sound May reach them more; no sight may wound Our worn-out eyes. We gave our best, And, while we totter down the West, Unto that last, that open mound, -- We ask for peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PICKET-GUARD [NOVEMBER, 1861] by ETHEL LYNN BEERS WORLD'S WORTH by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI MONT BLANC; LINES WRITTEN IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY BISHOP BRUNO by ROBERT SOUTHEY ODE TO DUTY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH NATHAHNI AND SOYAZHE by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS S. JAMES YE APOSTLE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT BABEL FALLS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH WRITTEN TO GAALDINE PRISON CAVES TO A.G.A. by EMILY JANE BRONTE |