Poems (Sill)/Peace

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PEACE.
TIS not in seeking,
'T is not in endless striving,
 Thy quest is found:
Be still and listen;
Be still and drink the quiet
  Of all around.

Not for thy crying,
Not for thy loud beseeching,
 Will peace draw near:
Rest with palms folded;
Rest with thine eyelids fallen—
 Lo! peace is here.

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