PEACE.
Reading edition
At last, when the sun is setting, And the beautiful golden bars Reach upward through purple splendor, And mingle their light with the stars; The winds are hushed to a whisper, Caressing the leaves and flowers; And song of birds are rippling Sweetly in twilight bowers; I ponder o’er past and present, And rest from the care and strife— At peace with all, and storing strength For the daily battle of life.