Caroling Dusk/Surrender
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SURRENDER
We ask for peace. We, at the boundO life, are weary of the roundIn search of Truth. We know the questIs not for us, the vision blestIs meant for other eyes. Uncrowned,We go, with heads bowed to the ground,And old hands, gnarled and hard and browned.Let us forget the past unrest,— We ask for peace.
Our strainéd ears are deaf,—no soundMay reach them more; no sight may woundOur worn-out eyes. We gave our best,And, while we totter down the West,Unto that last, that open mound,— We ask for peace.