[Written for the Sentinel]

"Peace, be still"

There comes a stillness in the heart,Like twilight after rain,When gloom is gone, and mists depart,And new hope smiles again.

As softly as the springtide's breath,Sweet quietude creeps in,And scenes in olden Nazareth,Appear above earth's din.

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