At Peace With The World
For the dear old world seems good,
For the Western sky is bright
As it crowns the Western wood.
And the green fields stretch away
With the hedges embroidered 'round,
And I hear the lark's dear lay
And the crooning doves' sweet sound.
At peace with the world, yes, the storm
And the clouds of business care
Have taken the peaceful form
That a master makes them wear,
And I dwell in the blue above
With only the good things said,
With only the whispers of Love
And friendship 'round my bed.
At peace with the world, not a sting
Of the hard things said remain,
For my soul____serene and a-wing
Is proof from the darts of pain,
All envious thoughts taken flight
Forgiven the ones for me,
I'm at peace with the world tonight,
At peace with the world___I am free.
(Boston: The Gorham Press. 1914)