Peace After Sorrow
There is a peace that cometh after sorrow, Of hope surrendered, not hope fulfilled. A peace that looketh not upon tomorrow, But calmly on a tempest that is stilled. A peace that lives not now in joy’s excesses, Nor in the happy life of love secure; But in the unerring strength the heart possesses, Of conflicts won while learning to endure. A peace there is, in sacrifice secluded, A life subdued from will and passion free ‘Tis not the peace that over Eden brooded, But that which triumphed in Gethsemene. Jessie Rose Gates 1897
