IF Michael, leader of God's host <br />When Heaven and Hell are met, <br />Looked down on you from Heaven's door-post <br />He would his deeds forget. <br />Brooding no more upon God's wars <br />In his divine homestead, <br />He would go weave out of the stars <br />A chaplet for your head. <br />And all folk seeing him bow down, <br />And white stars tell your praise, <br />Would come at last to God's great town, <br />Led on by gentle ways; <br />And God would bid His warfare cease, <br />Saying all things were well; <br />And softly make a rosy peace, <br />A peace of Heaven with Hell.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rose-of-peace/
