Poems (Sill)/Peace

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PEACE.
TIS not in seeking,'T is not in endless striving, Thy quest is found:Be still and listen;Be still and drink the quiet  Of all around.
Not for thy crying,Not for thy loud beseeching, Will peace draw near:Rest with palms folded;Rest with thine eyelids fallen— Lo! peace is here.
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