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The Rose of Peace
| If Michael, leader of God’s host | | When Heaven and Hell are met, | | Looked down on you from Heaven’s
door-post | | He would his deeds forget. | | | | | | Brooding no more upon God’s wars | | In his divine homestead, | | He
would go weave out of the stars | | A chaplet for your head. | | | | | | And all folk seeing him bow down, | | And white
stars tell your praise, | | Would come at last to God’s great town, | | Led on by gentle ways; | | | | | | And God would
bid His warfare cease, | | Saying all things were well; | | And softly make a rosy peace, | | A peace of Heaven
with Hell. |
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By PanEris
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