A man must earn his hour of peace, <br />Must pay for it with hours of strife and care, <br />Must win by toil the evening's sweet release, <br />The rest that may be portioned for his share; <br />The idler never knows it, never can. <br />Peace is the glory ever of a man. <br /> <br />A man must win contentment for his soul, <br />Must battle for it bravely day by day; <br />The peace he seeks is not a near-by goal; <br />To claim it he must tread a rugged way. <br />The shirker never knows a tranquil breast; <br />Peace but rewards the man who does his best.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/peace-227/
