Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882). Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry. 1880.
PeaceGeorge Herbert (15931633)
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Let me once know.
I sought thee in a secret cave;
And asked, if Peace were there.
A hollow wind did seem to answer, “No!
Go, seek elsewhere.”
“Surely,” thought I,
“This is the lace of Peace’s coat.
I will search out the matter.”
But, while I looked, the clouds immediately
Did break and scatter.
A gallant flower,—
The crown-imperial. “Sure,” said I,
“Peace at the root must dwell.”
But, when I digged, I saw a worm devour
What showed so well.
Whom when for Peace
I did demand, he thus began:—
“There was a prince of old
At Salem dwelt, who lived with good increase
Of flock and fold.
His life from foes.
But, after death, out of his grave
There sprang twelve stalks of wheat;
Which many wondering at, got some of those
To plant and set.
Through all the earth.
For they that taste it do rehearse,
That virtue lies therein,—
A secret virtue, bringing peace and mirth,
By flight of sin.
And grows for you:
Make bread of it; and that repose
And peace which everywhere
With so much earnestness you do pursue,
Is only there.”