Peace, peace he is not dead, he doth not sleep He hath awaken from the dream of life.
Peace, peace he is not dead, he doth not sleep He hath awaken from the dream of life.
War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, the lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade.
Change is certain. Peace is followed by disturbances; departure of evil men by their return. Such recurrences should not constitute occasions for sadness but realities for awareness, so that one may be happy in the interim.
Helen, whose spirit was of softer mould,
Whose sufferings too were less, death slowlier led
Into the peace of his dominion cold.
Too happy they, whose pleasure sought
Extinguishes all sense and thought
Of the regret that pleasure leaves,
Destroying life alone, not peace!
Earth groans beneath religion's iron age, And priests dare babble of a God of peace Even whilst their hands are red with guiltless blood.
I sang of the dancing stars,
I sang of the dedal earth,
And of heaven, and the Giant wars,
And love, and death, and birth.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories