Come Peace, on snowy pinions, <br />Come, nestle like a dove; <br />Encircle earth's dominions <br />With harmony and love. <br />Let anger, pride and malice, <br />And strife forgotten lie; <br />Nor from their venomed chalice, <br />Quaff more bitter draughts and die. <br /> <br />Come Peace, with arms extended, <br />Come, brood o'er this fair land; <br />Let battle scenes be ended, <br />And heart be joined with hand. <br />Let fields now crimsoned over, <br />With the life-blood of the brave, <br />Loom as monuments of warning, <br />Shine, as beacon lights to save. <br /> <br />Come Peace, a welcome waits thee, <br />From many a stricken life; <br />And many a heart-crushed mourner, <br />Now weary of the strife; <br />Methinks e'en now a footfall <br />Breaks like music on my ear, <br />As the distant sound of gladness, <br />When 'tis borne on summer's air. <br /> <br />May the echoes prove prophetic; <br />May thy murmurs from afar <br />Shed a radiance as refulgent, <br />Beam as bright as Bethlehem's Star. <br />And the hearts that have been riven, <br />And the bosoms that have bled, <br />Soon will change their griefs to gladness, <br />Yield to God and earth their dead. <br />THE COMING WOMAN. A REVERIE.<br /><br />Mary Weston Fordham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-peace-7/
