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?
