PEACE.
As the raindrop on a flower When the bow 's behind a shower, As the breeze that fans the forehead Of the sunset, when his cheeks red Nestle on his mountain pillow, Or a sea without a billow; So is Peace's sweet libations, To the bosom of the Nations.
While the Shepherd's lone were tending Flocks by night on Judah's plain; Angels bright above them bending, Trumpeted their sweet refrain:
"Glory be to God in Heaven, Peace on earth, good will to men, To the world a Savior's given, Lo! he comes in Bethlehem.
Then a door in Heaven opened, And a milk-white spirit flew