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PEACE

is silence in the evening when the long days cease,

And a million men are praying for an ultimate release

From strife and sweat and sorrow—they are praying for peace.

But God is marching on.

Peace for a people that is striving to be free!

Peace for the children of the wild wet sea!

Peace for the seekers of the promised land—do we

Want peace when God has none?

We pray for rest and beauty that we know we cannot earn,

And ever are we asking for a honey-sweet return;

But God will make it bitter, make it bitter, till we learn

That with tears the race is run.

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