Peace

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Title:     Peace
Author: Bliss Carman [More Titles by Carman]

The sleeping tarn is dark
Below the wooded hill.
Save for its homing sounds,
The twilit world grows still.

And I am left to muse
In grave-eyed mystery,
And watch the stars come out
As sandalled dusk goes by.

And now the light is gone,
The drowsy murmurs cease,
And through the still unknown
I wonder whence comes peace.

Then softly falls the word
Of one beyond a name,
"Peace only comes to him
Who guards his life from shame,--

"Who gives his heart to love,
And holding truth for guide,
Girds him with fearless strength,
That freedom may abide."

[The end]
Bliss Carman's poem: Peace

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