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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409217" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Peace</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IN EXCELSIS</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two dwellings, Peace, are thine.<br>One is the mountain-height,<br>Uplifted in the loneliness of light<br>Beyond the realm of shadows,--fine,<br>And far, and clear,--where advent of the night<br>Means only glorious nearness of the stars,<br>And dawn, unhindered, breaks above the bars<br>That long the lower world in twilight keep.<br>Thou sleepest not, and hast no need of sleep,<br>For all thy cares and fears have dropped away;<br>The night's fatigue, the fever-fret of day,<br>Are far below thee; and earth's weary wars,<br>In vain expense of passion, pass<br>Before thy sight like visions in a glass,<br>Or like the wrinkles of the storm that creep<br>Across the sea and leave no trace<br>Of trouble on that immemorial face,--<br>So brief appear the conflicts, and so slight<br>The wounds men give, the things for which they fight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here hangs a fortress on the distant steep,--<br>A lichen clinging to the rock:<br>There sails a fleet upon the deep,--<br>A wandering flock<br>Of snow-winged gulls: and yonder, in the plain,<br>A marble palace shines,--a grain<br>Of mica glittering in the rain.<br>Beneath thy feet the clouds are rolled<br>By voiceless winds: and far between<br>The rolling clouds new shores and peaks are seen,<br>In shimmering robes of green and gold,<br>And faint aerial hue<br>That silent fades into the silent blue.<br>Thou, from thy mountain-hold,<br>All day, in tranquil wisdom, looking down<br>On distant scenes of human toil and strife,<br>All night, with eyes aware of loftier life,<br>Uplooking to the sky, where stars are sown,<br>Dost watch the everlasting fields grow white<br>Unto the harvest of the sons of light,<br>And welcome to thy dwelling-place sublime<br>The few strong souls that dare to climb<br>The slippery crags and find thee on the height.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">DE PROFUNDIS</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But in the depth thou hast another home,<br>For hearts less daring, or more frail.<br>Thou dwellest also in the shadowy vale;<br>And pilgrim-souls that roam<br>With weary feet o'er hill and dale,<br>Bearing the burden and the heat<br>Of toilful days,<br>Turn from the dusty ways<br>To find thee in thy green and still retreat.<br>Here is no vision wide outspread<br>Before the lonely and exalted seat<br>Of all-embracing knowledge. Here, instead,<br>A little garden, and a sheltered nook,<br>With outlooks brief and sweet<br>Across the meadows, and along the brook,--<br>A little stream that little knows<br>Of the great sea towards which it gladly flows,--<br>A little field that bears a little wheat<br>To make a portion of earth's daily bread.<br>The vast cloud-armies overhead<br>Are marshalled, and the wild wind blows<br>Its trumpet, but thou canst not tell<br>Whence the storm comes nor where it goes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor dost thou greatly care, since all is well;<br>Thy daily task is done,<br>And though a lowly one,<br>Thou gavest it of thy best,<br>And art content to rest<br>In patience till its slow reward is won.<br>Not far thou lookest, but thy sight is clear;<br>Not much thou knowest, but thy faith is dear;<br>For life is love, and love is always near.<br>Here friendship lights the fire, and every heart,<br>Sure of itself and sure of all the rest,<br>Dares to be true, and gladly takes its part<br>In open converse, bringing forth its best:<br>Here is Sweet music, melting every chain<br>Of lassitude and pain:<br>And here, at last, is sleep, the gift of gifts,<br>The tender nurse, who lifts<br>The soul grown weary of the waking world,<br>And lays it, with its thoughts all furled,<br>Its fears forgotten, and its passions still,<br>On the deep bosom of the Eternal Will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Van+Dyke">Henry Van Dyke</a><div class=q>
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IN EXCELSIS

Two dwellings, Peace, are thine.
One is the mountain-height,
Uplifted in the loneliness of light
Beyond the realm of shadows,--fine,
And far, and clear,--where advent of the night
Means only glorious nearness of the stars,
And dawn..."></div>
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