Saturday, August 30, 2008

Daily Prayers & Reflections

PEACE

AH, that Time could touch a form
That could show what Homer's age
Bred to be a hero's wage.

'Were not all her life but storm,
Would not painters paint a form
Of such noble lines,' I said,
'Such a delicate high head,
All that sternness amid charm,
All that sweetness amid strength?'
Ah, but peace that comes at length,
Came when Time had touched her form.