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Peace Poems

Table of Contents

  1. Peace by Bliss Carman
  2. "Not as the World Giveth." by Anonymous
  3. The Pearl by Anonymous
  4. Neighbor Chickory by Anonymous
  5. Peace by Amos Russel Wells
  6. I many times thought peace had come by Emily Dickinson
  7. Daybreak by Richard H. Dana
  8. Peace by C. S. Calverley
  9. On Retirement by Philip Freneau
  10. Peace by Thomas Durfee
  11. Peace by Rupert Brooke
  12. Safety by Rupert Brooke
  13. Peace by Christopher Morley
  14. Christmas Bells by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  15. Peace by Kate Louise Wheeler
  16. It Is Well with My Soul by Horatio Spafford

  1. Peace

    by Bliss Carman

    The sleeping tarn is dark
    Below the wooded hill.
    Save for its homing sounds,
    The twilit world grows still.

    And I am left to muse
    In grave-eyed mystery,
    And watch the stars come out
    As sandalled dusk goes by.

    And now the light is gone,
    The drowsy murmurs cease,
    And through the still unknown
    I wonder whence comes peace.

    Then softly falls the word
    Of one beyond a name,
    "Peace only comes to him
    Who guards his life from shame, —

    "Who gives his heart to love,
    And holding truth for guide,
    Girds him with fearless strength,
    That freedom may abide."

  2. "Not as the World Giveth."

    by Anonymous

    There is peace at the heart of the storm
    Where the whirling currents are still;
    Beneath the snow it is warm,
    Sweet good in the bitter of ill;

    Not the dead peace of despair,
    The torpor of vanquished men,
    The hush of the stagnant air,
    The calm of the smothered fen;

    But the glowing, exhilarant rest
    That warriors snatch in the fight,
    The calm of a resolute breast,
    The quiet of conquering right.

    Cease, O faltering heart,
    To long for a languorous ease,
    Peace that is bought in part,
    Peace that is ready to please.

    Yours be the peace of the sword,
    Of a banner stoutly unfurled;
    Yours be the peace of the Lord,
    And not the peace of the world.

    You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you, because he trusts in you.

    – Isaiah 26:3
    The Bible, ESV

    Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

    – John 14:27
    The Bible, KJV
  3. The Pearl

    by Anonymous

    In mart and mine of many a long leagued land
    I sought my jewels and I built my crown:
    The circle shone with gems of bright renown,
    Fiercely coruscant, shimmeringly bland;
    But dark amid the light on either hand
    The central point stood empty, dully brown.
    Waiting a stone of splendor that should drown
    The lesser fires with flame supremely grand,
    I tried a ruby's hot, imperial ball,
    A golden sapphire's bright benignancy,
    A lordly diamond, a topaz tall,
    But none could rule that glittering company;
    Till last I found it!—queenliest gem of all,
    One soft, sweet pearl; its name, Serenity.

  4. Neighbor Chickory

    by Amos Russel Wells

    Where the stamping horses pass
    And the dust is in the grass,
    By the roadside bare and hot
    Gracing each unlovely spot
    Lo! before our weary eyes
    Shines the blue of summer skies

    Gleaming like an azure star
    Where the fiercest sunbeams are,
    Neighbor Chickory bestows
    Such a sense of cool repose,
    In the noon-tide's hottest glare
    It is always evening there.

    Oh, to learn the conquering grace
    Of that blossom's tender face!
    Thus victoriously may I
    Where the choking dust-clouds fly
    And life's clamors never cease
    Bring the cooling sense of peace.

  5. Peace

    by Amos Russel Wells

    The willows glimmer in the sun,
    The aspens tremble on the breeze,
    The singing ripples gently run
    Within the shadows of the trees.

    The quiet, meditative kine,
    The steady granite in the wall—
    What peace, contenting and benign,
    Enfolds and crystallizes all!

    Rebuked, ashamed, the faithless fret,
    The childish worry, fall away;
    My empty fear and vain regret
    Dissolve in God's assuring day.

    If peace on earth so fair and sweet
    Is gladly, freely, fully given,
    What joy some day our souls will greet,—
    The unimagined peace of heaven!

  6. I many times thought peace had come

    by Emily Dickinson

    I many times thought peace had come,
    When peace was far away;
    As wrecked men deem they sight the land
    At centre of the sea,

    And struggle slacker, but to prove,
    As hopelessly as I,
    How many the fictitious shores
    Before the harbor lie.

  7. Daybreak

    by Richard H. Dana

    Now, brighter than the host that all night long,
    In fiery armour, up the heavens high
    Stood watch, thou comest to wait the morning's song,
    Thou comest to tell me day again is nigh.
    Star of the dawning, cheerful is thine eye,
    And yet in the broad day it must grow dim.
    Thou seem'st to look on me, as asking why
    My mourning eyes with silent tears do swim;
    Thou bid'st me turn to God, and seek my rest in Him.

    "Canst thou grow sad," thou say'st, "as earth grows bright?
    And sigh, when little birds begin discourse
    In quick, low voices, ere the streaming light
    Pours on their nests, as sprung from day's fresh source?
    With creatures innocent thou must perforce
    A sharer be, if that thine heart be pure.
    And holy hour like this, save sharp remorse,
    Of ills and pains of life must be the cure,
    And breathe in kindred calm, and teach thee to endure."

    I feel its calm. But there's a sombrous hue
    Along that eastern cloud of deep, dull red;
    Nor glitters yet the cold and heavy dew;
    And all the woods and hilltops stand outspread
    With dusky lights, which warmth nor comfort shed.
    Still—save the bird that scarcely lifts its song—
    The vast world seems the tomb of all the dead—
    The silent city emptied of its throng,
    And ended, all alike, grief, mirth, love, hate, and wrong.

    But wrong, and hate, and love, and grief, and mirth
    Will quicken soon; and hard, hot toil and strife,
    With headlong purpose, shake this sleeping earth
    With discord strange, and all that man calls life.
    With thousand scatter'd beauties nature's rife;
    And airs, and woods, and streams breathe harmonies:
    Man weds not these, but taketh art to wife;
    Nor binds his heart with soft and kindly ties:
    He, feverish, blinded, lives, and, feverish, sated, dies.

    And 'tis because man useth so amiss
    Her dearest blessings, Nature seemeth sad;
    Else why should she in such fresh hour as this
    Not lift the veil, in revelation glad,
    From her fair face? It is that man is mad!
    Then chide me not, clear star, that I repine
    When Nature grieves: nor deem this heart is bad.
    Thou look'st towards earth; but yet the heavens are thine,
    While I to earth am bound: When will the heavens be mine?

    If man would but his finer nature learn,
    And not in life fantastic lose the sense
    Of simpler things; could Nature's features stern
    Teach him be thoughtful; then, with soul intense,
    I should not yearn for God to take me hence,
    But bear my lot, albeit in spirit bow'd,
    Remembering humbly why it is, and whence:
    But when I see cold man, of reason proud,
    My solitude is sad—I'm lonely in the crowd.

    But not for this alone, the silent tear
    Steals to mine eyes, while looking on the morn,
    Nor for this solemn hour: fresh life is near;
    But all my joys! they died when newly born.
    Thousands will wake to joy; while I, forlorn,
    And,like the stricken dear, with sickly eye,
    Shall see them pass. Breathe calm—my spirit's torn;
    Ye holy thoughts, lift up my soul on high!
    Ye hopes of things unseen, the far-off world bring nigh.

    And when I grieve, oh rather let it be
    That I, whom Nature taught to sit with her
    On her proud mountains, by her rolling sea;
    Who, when the winds are up, with mighty stir
    Of woods and waters, feel the quick'ning spur
    To my strong spirit; who, as mine own child,
    Do love the flower, and in the ragged bur
    A beauty see: that I this mother mild
    Should leave, and go with care, and passions fierce and wild!

    How suddenly that straight and glittering shaft Shot 'thwart the earth! In crown of living fire Up comes the Day! As if they conscious quaff'd The sunny flood, hill, forest, city, spire Laugh in the wakening light. Go, vain Desire! The dusky lights have gone; go thou thy way! And pining Discontent, like them, expire! Be call'd my chamber, PEACE, when ends the day; And let me with the dawn, like PILGRIM, sing and pray!

    The Pilgrim they laid in a large upper chamber, whose window opened towards the sun rising: the name of the chamber was Peace; where he slept till break of day, and then he awoke and sang.

    – The Pilgrim's Progress
  8. Peace

    by C. S. Calverley

    I know not why my soul is rack’d
    Why I ne’er smile as was my wont:
    I only know that, as a fact,
    I don’t.
    I used to roam o’er glen and glade
    Buoyant and blithe as other folk:
    And not unfrequently I made
    A joke.

    A minstrel’s fire within me burn’d,
    I’d sing, as one whose heart must break,
    Lay upon lay: I nearly learn’d
    To shake.
    All day I sang; of love, of fame,
    Of fights our fathers fought of yore,
    Until the thing almost became
    A bore.

    I cannot sing the old songs now!
    It is not that I deem them low;
    ’Tis that I can’t remember how
    They go.
    I could not range the hills till high
    Above me stood the summer moon:
    And as to dancing, I could fly
    As soon.

    The sports, to which with boyish glee
    I sprang erewhile, attract no more;
    Although I am but sixty-three
    Or four.
    Nay, worse than that, I’ve seem’d of late
    To shrink from happy boyhood—boys
    Have grown so noisy, and I hate
    A noise.

    They fright me, when the beech is green,
    By swarming up its stem for eggs:
    They drive their horrid hoops between
    My legs:—
    It’s idle to repine, I know;
    I’ll tell you what I’ll do instead:
    I’ll drink my arrowroot, and go
    To bed.

  9. On Retirement

    by Philip Freneau

    A hermit's house beside a stream
    With forests planted round,
    Whatever it to you may seem
    More real happiness I deem
    Than if I were a monarch crowned.

    A cottage I could call my own
    Remote from domes of care;
    A little garden, walled with stone,
    The wall with ivy overgrown,
    A limpid fountain near,

    Would more substantial joys afford,
    More real bliss impart
    Than all the wealth that misers hoard,
    Than vanquished worlds, or worlds restored—
    Mere cankers of the heart!

    Vain, foolish man! how vast thy pride,
    How little can your wants supply!—
    'Tis surely wrong to grasp so wide—
    You act as if you only had
    To triumph—not to die!

  10. Peace

    by Thomas Durfee

    The earth is full of quiet,
    All quiet are the skies,
    Amid the quiet shadows
    The quiet moonlight lies.

    Into my soul the quiet—
    A pure and perfect peace—
    Comes like a blessed Sabbath
    To bid my troublea cease.

    Through time, through space I wander,
    Freed of a weary load,
    Yet sweetly rest embosomed
    In the life and love of God.

  11. Peace

    by Rupert Brooke

    Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour,
    And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping,
    With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power,
    To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping,
    Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary,
    Leave the sick hearts that honour could not move,
    And half-men, and their dirty songs and dreary,
    And all the little emptiness of love!

    Oh! we, who have known shame, we have found release there,
    Where there's no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending,
    Naught broken save this body, lost but breath;
    Nothing to shake the laughing heart's long peace there
    But only agony, and that has ending;
    And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.

  12. Safety

    by Rupert Brooke

    Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest
    He who has found our hid security,
    Assured in the dark tides of the world that rest,
    And heard our word, 'Who is so safe as we?'
    We have found safety with all things undying,
    The winds, and morning, tears of men and mirth,
    The deep night, and birds singing, and clouds flying,
    And sleep, and freedom, and the autumnal earth.
    We have built a house that is not for Time's throwing.
    We have gained a peace unshaken by pain for ever.
    War knows no power. Safe shall be my going,
    Secretly armed against all death's endeavour;
    Safe though all safety's lost; safe where men fall;
    And if these poor limbs die, safest of all.

  13. Peace

    by Christopher Morley

    What is this Peace
    That statesmen sign?
    How I have sought
    To make it mine.

    Where groaning cities
    Clang and glow
    I hunted, hunted,
    Peace to know.

    And still I saw
    Where I passed by
    Discarded hearts,—
    Heard children cry.

    By willowed waters
    Brimmed with rain
    I thought to capture
    Peace again.

    I sat me down
    My Peace to hoard,
    But Beauty pricked me
    With a sword.

    For in the stillness
    Something stirred,
    And I was crippled
    For a word.

    There is no peace
    A man can find;
    The anguish sits
    His heart behind.

    The eyes he loves,
    The perfect breast,
    Too exquisite
    To give him rest.

    This is his curse
    Since brain began.
    His penalty
    For being man.

  14. Christmas Bells

    By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

    I heard the bells on Christmas Day
    Their old, familiar carols play,
    And wild and sweet
    The words repeat
    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

    And thought how, as the day had come,
    The belfries of all Christendom
    Had rolled along
    The unbroken song
    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

    Till ringing, singing on its way,
    The world revolved from night to day,
    A voice, a chime,
    A chant sublime
    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

    Then from each black, accursed mouth
    The cannon thundered in the South,
    And with the sound
    The carols drowned
    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

    It was as if an earthquake rent
    The hearth-stones of a continent,
    And made forlorn
    The households born
    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

    And in despair I bowed my head;
    “There is no peace on earth," I said;
    “For hate is strong,
    And mocks the song
    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!”

    Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
    “God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
    The Wrong shall fail,
    The Right prevail,
    With peace on earth, good-will to men.”

  15. Peace

    by Kate Louise Wheeler

    When we ask the reason why,
    And we question: "Is it right?"
    When we search for hidden truths,
    Praying for the needed light;

    When our way looks long and lone,
    And the sky seems dark o'erhead;
    When our blessings all are gone,
    And the sorrows come instead;

    Then, like sunlight thro' the gloom,
    Comes the peace for which we prayed:—
    "Let not your heart be troubled,
    Neither let it be afraid."

  16. It Is Well With My Soul

    by Horatio Gates Spafford

    When peace like a river attendeth my way,
    When sorrows like sea billows roll;
    Whatever my lot Thou hast taught me to say,
    “It is well, it is well with my soul!”

    Refrain:
    It is well with my soul!
    It is well, it is well with my soul!

    Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
    Let this blest assurance control,
    That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
    And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

    My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought—
    My sin, not in part, but the whole,
    Is nailed to His Cross, and I bear it no more;
    Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

    For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live;
    If dark hours about me shall roll,
    No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
    Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.