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Peace smiles above the scene. The waters lie

As still and blue as the arched sky they love.

No sound salutes the ear, save that, far off,

A bird recites to his fond mate his joy;

And silence seems but deeper for the slender sound.

The butterflies, that frolic noiselessly,

Think Earth is Heaven and live by loving flowers.

The trees in social groups, link branch to branch

And root to root and smile beneath the sun.

In harmony with all about I rest.

Within my soul there dwells a thought that knows

No words, but silent, sweet, it sings to me.

Peace smiles above the scene, ’tis Sabbath day.