Poem September 1, 1917 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel ]

The Prince of Peace

CAROLINE A. BALY

When thou in lowliness of heart dost wait
On Love, for answer to thy plea
Art list'ning for my voice, my will to know,—
My peace I give.

When lusting thought is hushed in silent prayer
To Love, for meat and drink sublime,
When bowed in pure desire my will to do,—
My peace I give.

When Gabriel's presence mortal contests quells,
The great red dragon quails in fear:
With him that overcomes his will for mine,
My peace I leave.

When life triumphant soars above the grave
And death lies vanquished at thy feet,
When love is seen as perfect prayer and praise,
My peace I bring.

When mortal will is conquered, self is dumb,
And in thyself mine image I behold,
In confidence serene thy light then shines,—
Thy Prince hath come!

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