Peace.
An angel spoke with me, and lo, he hoarded My falling tears to cheer a flower's face! For, so it seems, in all the heavenly space A wasted grief was never yet recorded. Victorious calm those holy tones afforded Unto my soul, whose outcry, in disgrace, Changed to low music, leading to the place Where, though well armed, with futile end awarded, My past lay dead. "Wars are of earth!" he cried; "Endurance only breathes immortal air. Courage eternal, by a world defied, Still wears the front of patience, smooth and fair." Are wars so futile, and is courage peace? Take, then, my soul, thus gently thy release!
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"An angel spoke with me, and lo, he hoarded..."
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