Peace

      Henry van Dyke

With eager heart and will on fire,

I strove to win my great desire.

“Peace shall be mine,” I said; but life

Grew bitter in the barren strife.

My soul was weary, and my pride,

Was wounded deep; to Heaven I cried,

“God grant me peace or I must die”;

The dumb stars glittered no reply.

Break at last, I bowed my head,

Forgetting all myself, and said,

Whatever comes, His will be done”;

And in that moment peace was won.