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Show PBACE. Out of the dust of ages, Out of the long ago, Glinting upon the pages Of hope in a wond'rous glow; The sunlight of peace is shining, The heritage from above, The golden day in the weary way, Warm in its heaven love. Stop for a day, Ambition, This is the peaceful goal, This is the strife's remission To the cry of the wounded soul. Peace, and without a shadow, Heartsease, and more than this. In the love that lies in a woman's eyes And the peace in a woman's kiss. Down through the town, the willing Crowds in a countless throng, Cry for the cups' refilling Call for a Christmas song. Dull is their cheer and soundless As ghosts of the times that were And life is sweet in the love you meet And the good in the heart of her. Carols of joy, they're singing, Songs of the Christmas tide; Sweetly the chimes are ringing, And a woman is by your side; Dearer than any other, Quicker to soothe the smarts With perfect rest in her mother breast, And love in her heart of hearts. TOD GOODWIN. |