"Peace I give unto you"

ELIZABETH HAYWARD GARDNER

And at the last—peace!
When Jesus knew that now his hour was come
When he should leave the friends of those three years
Of ministry, and walk with them no more,
He sought of all his store the tend'rest gift
To bless each one and all.

And so he gave them peace.
Had they not seen him walk the troublous waves
And still the storm? Had they not felt the calm
Of faith assured when there, before the tomb
In Bethany, he offered thanks before
He calmly called, "Come forth"?

Yea, they had seen his peace
Descend upon the troubled widow's heart
As on the raging sea; the Magdalen
Had felt its healing balm. Where'er he went
He scattered love as grain, from whence upsprang
A fruitage, fair, of peace.

Who soweth love will reap
A harvest sure. The golden grain of peace
Is threshed by demonstration's platted cords.
To him that overcometh it is giv'n
To sit at length within the Father's throne.
Christ's ultimate is peace.

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