Peace

Is this the Peace of God, this strange sweet calm? The weary day is at its zenith still. Yet ’tis as if beside some cool, clear rill, Through shadowy stillness rose an even psalm. And all the noise of life were hushed away, And gladness reigned with gently soothing sway. It is not that I feel less weak, but Thou Wilt be my strength: it is not that I see Less sin, but more of pardoning love with Thee, And all-sufficient grace. Enough! And now All fluttering thought is stilled 1 only...