Only A Word.
Till our world, so sad and weary,
Finds the balmy rest of peace -
Peace to silence all her discords -
Peace till war and crime shall cease.
Peace to fall like gentle showers,
Or on parchë©d flowers dew,
Till our hearts proclaim with gladness:
Lo, He maketh all things new.
Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
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