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Why Peace Is Always A Good Idea For Jacqui Hairston, with love Because you could plant peach trees And because of peace You could eat them in five or six Years Peaches not trees And your children Could eat them After you are gone! And because you could not see A friend for a long, long time But Because there is peace You would not lose them forever But see them next time they come To town! You could go ice skating Or roller skating...

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Peace When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut, Your round me roaming end, and under be my boughs? When, when, Peace, will you, Peace? I’ll not play hypocrite To own my heart: I yield you do come sometimes; but That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace allows Alarms of wars, the daunting wars, the death of it? O surely, reaving Peace, my Lord should leave in lieu Some good! And so he does leave Patience...

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Michaelmas gales assail the waning year, And Michael’s scale is true, his blade is bright. He strips dead leaves; and leaves the living clear To flourish in the touch and reach of light. Archangel bring your balance, help me turn Upon this turning world with you and dance In the Great Dance. Draw near, help me discern, And trace the hidden grace in change and chance. Angel of fire, Love’s fierce radiance, Drive through the deep until...

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When as the prince of angels puffed with pride stirred his seditious spirits to rebel: God chose for chief, his champion Michael: and gave him charge the host of Heaven to guide. And when the angels of the rebel’s side vanquished in battle from their glory fell, the pride of Heaven became the drake of hell, and in the dungeon of despair was tied. This dragon since let loose, God’s church assailed, and she by help of...

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I entered the life of the brown forest And the great life of the ancient peaks, the patience of stone, I felt the changes in the veins In the throat of the mountain… and I was the stream Draining the mountain wood; and I the stag drinking; and I was the stars, Boiling with light, wandering alone, each one the lord of his own summit; and I was the darkness Outside the stars, I included them, they were part of me. I was mankind...

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