Poems (Kimball)/His Peace

by Harriet McEwen Kimball

HIS PEACE.

WHEN day and its cares are over
 I draw my chamber blind,
And under the night's sweet cover
 All manner of comfort find.

Like doves to their windows flying
 My thoughts frown their daily quest
At the call of my heart replying
 Return to their nightly rest.

And folding them all together
 I hide them away from sight,
Their wanderings hither and thither
 Forgot in the quiet of night.

One, only one thought remaineth;
 It is born not of nature but grace,
And upward the flight it taketh
 Beyond the limits of space:

He only who changes never,
 Can choose for my soul the best;
Can quicken and crown the endeavor,—
 He only can give me rest.

How mighty He is, I remember;
 How measureless is His Love;
And how in the heart's hushed chamber
 His Peace may abide as a dove.