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1914 I: Peace
(1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)

1914 I: Peace

Poem By Rupert Brooke

Now, God be thanked Who has watched us with His hour,
And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping,
With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power,
To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping,
Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary,
Leave the sick hearts that honour could not move,
And half-men, and their dirty songs and dreary,
And all the little emptiness of love!

Oh! we, who have known shame, we have found release there,
Where there's no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending,
Naught broken save this body, lost but breath;
Nothing to shake the laughing heart's long peace there
But only agony, and that has ending;
And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.

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a very profound and spiritually revealing poem on the grace and the mercy of God and the peace it brings after. Excellent writing.
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you have misquoted - Now God be thanked who had matched us with this hour is I believe the correct version
(1914 I: Peace - Poem by Rupert Brooke.) Enjoyed reading. Shows peace from an anachronistic point of view.
Add a comment. An epitome of the stark reality of life.a piece of writing with grim conscience underlying every word.hats off! and a stiff salute for this.