|I LIKE to walk at peace with earth,
Revenge and malice none of mine;
I like to breathe the smile of mirth,
The flush of joy with absent wine.
Still more, to live with human kind
In concord, peace and joy supreme;
Eternal happiness to find
Is my continued earthly dream.
So would I live without a care
Of trouble on the deep within;
So would I live all justified
By man as well as God from sin.
The tempests that bear down the soul
In troubled anguish all unseen,
Disturb that rest we anxious crave
Upon Life's ocean's glittering sheen.
The clouds that separate the skies
From man, when sunshine oft he'd know,
Send gloom into his inmost soul
Where Hope has never set her bow.
Mine the skies would ever be,
Clear, bright with everlasting Hope;
Mine the sunshine's beauty see___
An endless beauty be the scope.
'Mid scenes of joy where placid lie
The good of endless happiness,
I share the spell and softly lie
Me down in quiet to my rest.
__James A. DeMoss
James A. DeMoss
(Thayer, Kansas: ___. 1892)