Poems (Spofford)/Peace

For works with similar titles, see Peace.
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PEACE.
Oh, that the bells in all those silent spires Would clash their clangor on the sleeping air;Ring their wild music out with throbbing choirs,  Ring peace in everywhere!
Oh, that the wave of sorrow surging o'er The red, red land would wash away its stain;Drown out the angry fire from shore to shore,  And give it peace again!
On last year's blossoming graves, with summer calm, Loud in his happy tangle hums the bee;Nature forgets her hurt, and finds her balm;  Alas! and why not we?
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Spirit of God that moved upon the face Of the waters, and bade ancient chaos cease,Shine, shine again o'er this tumultuous space  Thou that art Prince of Peace!
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