A poem about "Peace"

THE relentless flowing of the stars,

The waves that wave to the shore,

The fiery trees which step by step

Spread upwards to an ever increasing extent;

The gem framing in the mine,

The snow that falls so delicate and light,

The rising and the sunset,

The developing agonies of night;

All normal things both live and move

In normal harmony that is their own;

Just in our confused life

Nearly is she obscure.

She isn't rest, nor rest, nor passing;

Request and movement at any point stand

To do her firm commands

As watchmen at her right hand.

Also, something of her living power

Styles the lips when Christians say

To Him Whose strength supports the world,

"Give us Thy , we implore!"