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es me for my bushel sowne, Twice ten for one. Thou mak'st my teeming hen to lay Her egg each day, Besides my healthful ewes to bear Me twins each yeare; The while the conduits of my kine Run creame for wine. All these and better thou dost send Me to this end, That I should render, for my part, _A thankfulle heart,_ Which, fired with incense, I resigne As wholly thine; But the acceptance, that must be, MY CHRIST, by thee. ROBERT HERRICK. * * * * * PEACE. Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave. Let me once know. I sought thee in a secret cave; And asked 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 reverend, 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 wondering 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 everywhere With so much earnestness you do pursue, Is only there." GEORGE HERBERT. * * * * * PEACE. Is this the peace of God, this strange sweet calm? The weary day is at its zenith still, Yet 't is as if beside some cool, clear rill, Through shadowy stillness rose an evening psalm. And all the noise of life were hushed away, And
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