 | A Sonnet Chronicle |  |
18
The Way of Peace
London, February 2, 1901.
[_]
It is said that among the recorded sayings of the Queen upon her death-bed were the words, “Oh that peace might come.”
This is the Way of Peace! great London's roar
Sinks into silence, deep bells boom aloud!
And softly murmuring mourns the darkened crowd
As sounds full tide upon a windless shore.
This is the Way of Peace!—Peace known before
When o'er the well-beloved her head was bowed,—
Peace such as kings find only in their shroud,—
Peace won and welcomed—Peace for evermore.
Sinks into silence, deep bells boom aloud!
And softly murmuring mourns the darkened crowd
As sounds full tide upon a windless shore.
This is the Way of Peace!—Peace known before
When o'er the well-beloved her head was bowed,—
Peace such as kings find only in their shroud,—
Peace won and welcomed—Peace for evermore.
This is the Way of Peace! her gentle feet
In other worlds of Peace are glad to-day,
Ever peace-lover,—hater of all war:
Ah, would to God no sound our peace could mar!
As down the solemn, hushed, heart-sobbing street
Our Queen of Peace goes peaceful on her way.
In other worlds of Peace are glad to-day,
Ever peace-lover,—hater of all war:
Ah, would to God no sound our peace could mar!
As down the solemn, hushed, heart-sobbing street
Our Queen of Peace goes peaceful on her way.
| A Sonnet Chronicle | |