The Figure Of Peace
How still though art,
by Hebe Mitchell
In peace though depart,
No more sorrows thou shall know,
No tears, no grief,
Just joy where you go.
We poor beings are living in hell,
But though the heavens of Earth now shalt tell,
As we stand here we plead,
Just one word do say, up there are thou gay!
No answer doth come from that figure of Peace,
Nothing but silence that mocks us to cease,
And so we shall wait until we do die,
to meet our dear friend in the heavens so high,
Till then we must live through this world full of grief,
Trust in God and be strong.
In our only belief.