Poems, Sacred and Moral/Hymn 3
HYMN III.
When Groves by moonlight silence keep,And Winds the vexed waves release,And fields are hush'd, and cities sleep:Lord! Is not that the hour of peace?
When Infancy at evening triesBy turns to climb each parent's knees,And gazing meets their raptured eyes:Lord! Is not that the hour of peace?
In golden pomp when autumn smiles;And hill and dale its rich increaseBy man's full barns exulting piles:Lord! Is not that the hour of peace?
When mercy points where Jesus bleeds,And Faith beholds thine anger cease,And Hope to blank Despair succeeds:———This, Father, this alone is Peace!