Peace

Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave,
Let me once know.
I sought thee in a secret cave,
And ask'd, if Peace were there,
A hollow wind did seem to answer, No:
Go seek elsewhere.

I did; and going did a rainbow note:
Surely, thought I,
This is the lace of Peace's coat:
I will search out the matter.
But while I looked the clouds immediately
Did break and scatter.

Then went I to a garden and did spy
A gallant flower,
The crown-imperial: Sure, said I,
Peace at the root must dwell.
But when I digged, I saw a worm devour
What showed so well.

At length I met a rev'rend good old man;
Whom when for Peace

I did demand, he thus began:
There was a Prince of old
At Salem dwelt, who lived with good increase
Of flock and fold.

He sweetly lived; yet sweetness did not save
His life from foes.
But after death out of his grave
There sprang twelve stalks of wheat;
Which many wond'ring at, got some of those
To plant and set.

It prospered strangely, and did soon disperse
Through all the earth:
For they that taste it do rehearse
That virtue lies therein;
A secret virtue, bringing peace and mirth
By flight of sin.

Take of this grain, which in my garden grows,
And grows for you;
Make bread of it: and that repose
And peace, which ev'ry where
With so much earnestness you do pursue,
Is only there.

by George Herbert

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Comments (20)

only there in poetry, not prose
Lovely poem with a soothing narrative about peace in life. Thanks.
If you seek it diligently, you will find it (Peace.) It is not too likely that Mr. Herbert will read these comments, as he died of tuberculosis in 1633. He became one of England's finest metaphysical potes. His brother, Edward, became the father of English deism. George was commended by Sir Francis Bacon, and was also elected to Parliament. Many of his proverbs survive today: Whose house is of glass must not throw stones at another. Theeye is bigger than the belly. His bark is worse than his bite. Thank you, Poem Hunter, for featuring the work of this remarkable man!
This poem in its text form acts as a flight of stairs; my eyes go between each group of text, thus attraction for such a poem is greatly soothed on my end.
Peace is always hunted everywhere in the world..... Nice piece...
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