And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems.

Now I see Peace to corrupt no less than war to waste.

Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.

Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.

Let us no more contend, nor blame each other, blamed enough elsewhere, but strive, In offices of love, how we may lighten each other's burden.

Temper justice with mercy.

Hope allows us to bid farewell to fear.