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1852–1933

PEACE

Henry Van Dyke

With eager heart and will on fire, I strove to win my great desire. “Peace shall be mine,” I said; but life Grew bitter in the barren strife.

My soul was weary, and my pride Was wounded deep; to Heaven I cried, “God grant me peace or I must die;” The dumb stars glittered no reply.

Broken at last, I bowed my head, Forgetting all myself, and said, “Whatever comes, His will be done;” And in that moment peace was won.

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