Bronze (Johnson)/Peace
PEACE
Peace on a thousand hills and dales, Peace in the hearts of menWhile kindliness reclaims the soil Where bitterness has been.
The night of strife is drifting past, The storm of shell has ceased,Disrupted is the cordon fell, Sweet charity released.
Forth from the shadow, swift we come Wrought in the flame 'together,All men as one beneath the sun In brotherhood forever.