15 nature poetry

Peace

The steadfast coursing of the stars,

The wave that ripple to the shore,

The vigorous trees which year by year

spread upwards more and more;

The jewel forming in the mine,

The snow that falls so soft and light, 

The rising and the setting sun,

The growing glooms at night;

All the natural things both live and move

In natural peace that is their own;

Only in our disordered life 

Almost is she unknown.

She is not rest, nor sleep , nor sleep;

Order and motion ever stand 

To carry out her firm behests 

As guards at her right hand.

And something of her living force 

Fashions the lips when Christians say 

To him whose strength sustains the wold,

"Give us Thy Peace,  we pray!"