I think the birds in that far dawn Were still. The bustling town below Lay listening. Its strength was drawn To him, as tides that inward flow. All Galilee lay still. Far fields of corn Lay still to hear that silent, sacred morn. Be comforted; and blessed be The meek, the merciful, the pure Of heart; for they shall see, shall hear God's mercy. So shall peace endure With God's peacemakers. They are His, and they Shall be His children in the Judgment Day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE UNDISCOVERED COUNTRY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH POEM FOR PICTURE: TO A DRAWING OF A HORSE BY GEORGIO DI CHIRICO by FRANK ANKENBRAND JR. EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 25. ENVY ACCOMPANIES LOVE by PHILIP AYRES ON A LETTER: 1 by MATHILDE BLIND THE VOICE FROM GALILEE by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR |