PEACE, peace! Yea, peace to him that is near. The crown is set on the Victor's brow, For thy warfare is accomplished now; And for thee eternal peace is made By the Lord on whom thy sins were laid: Then why shouldst thou fear? Peace, peace! Wrought by the Spirit of Might. In thy deepest sorrow and sorest strife, In the changes and chances of mortal life, It is thine, belovèd! Christ's own bequest, Which vainly the Tempter shall strive to wrest; It is now thy right. Peace, peace! Look for its bright increase; Deepening, widening, year by year, Like a sunlit river, strong, calm, and clear; Lean on His love through this earthly vale, For His word and His work shall never fail, And 'He is our Peace.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BARD'S EPITAPH by ROBERT BURNS PICCADILLY CIRCUS AT NIGHT: STREETWALKERS by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE SURRENDER by JOSEPH BEAUMONT LAST WORDS ON GREECE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE EARTHLY HOUSE by PHOEBE CARY THE DISAPPOINTED DEMON by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS THE SOUL OF BRITAIN by HENRY CHAPPELL |