Peace hath higher tests of manhood, than battle ever knew.

I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.

Quite the ugliest face I ever saw was that of a woman whom the world called beautiful. Through its silver veil the evil and ungentle passions looked out, hideous and hateful.

Falsehoods which we spurn today, were the truths of long ago.

It is well for us if we have learned to listen to the sweet persuasion of the Beatitudes, but there are crises in all lives which require also the emphatic "Thou shalt not" of the decalogue which the founders wrote on the gateposts of their commonwealth.

Through the open door A drowsy smell of flowers -grey heliotrope And white sweet clover, and shy mignonette Comes fairly in, and silent chorus leads To the pervading symphony of Peace.

Nothing before, nothing behind; The steps of faith Fall on the seeming void, and find The Rock beneath.