PEACE. 
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OLIVE. 
Oka. 
Language — PEACE. 
Peace seemed to reign upon earth, and the restless heart 
of the ocean 
Was for a moment consoled. All sounds were in hai- 
mony blended. 
Voices of children at^ play, the crowing of cocks in the 
farm yard, 
Whirl of wings in the drowsy air, and the cooing of 
pigeons, 
All were subdued and low as the murmurs of love, and 
the great sun 
Looked, with eye of peace, through the golden vapors 
around him. 
Longfellow. 
The sinner placed a verdant spray 
Within her dead child’s hand, 
And turned in wordless grief away — 
A lost one — barred and banned! 
In that fond act were prayer and vow — 
0, be her guilt forgiven ! 
Her dovelet bears an olive bough, 
To make her peace with Heaven. 
Mrs. Osgood. 
Peace, sweet Peace, is ever found 
In her eternal home, on holy ground. 
Mrs. Embury. 
All things that speak of heaven speak of peace. 
Bailey. 
