All Saints Day 1868

“But they are at peace.”

Never to weary more, nor suffer sorrow,-

Their strife all over, and their work all done:

At peace-and only waiting for the morrow;

Heaven’s rest and rapture even now begun.

So tired once! long fetter’d, sorely burden’d,

Ye struggled hard and well for your release;

Ye fought in faith and love-and ye are guerdon’d,

O happy souls! for now ye are at peace.

No more of pain, no more of bitter weeping!

For us a darkness and an empty place,

Somewhere a little dust-in angels’ keeping-

A blessèd memory of a vanish’d face.

For us the lonely path, the daily toiling,

The din and strife of battle, never still’d;

For us the wounds, the hunger, and the soiling,-

The utter, speechless longing, unfulfill’d.

For us the army camp’d upon the mountains,

Unseen, yet fighting with our Syrian foes,-

The heaven-sent manna and the wayside fountains,

The hope and promise, sweetening our woes.

For them the joyous spirit, freely ranging

Green hills and fields where never mortal trod;

For them the light unfading and unchanging,

The perfect quietness-the peace of God.

For both, a dim, mysterious, distant greeting;

For both, at Jesus’ cross, a drawing near;

At Eucharistic gate a blessed meeting,

When angels and archangels worship here.

For both, God grant, an everlasting union,

When sin shall pass away and tears shall cease;

For both the deep and full and true communion,

For both the happy life that is “at peace.”

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• One’s-Self I Sing. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• One Hour to Madness and Joy. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Once I Pass’d Through a Populous City. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• On the Beach at Night, Alone. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• On Journeys Through The States. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Old Ireland. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Offerings. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Of the Visage of Things. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Of Him I Love Day and Night. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• O You Whom I Often and Silently Come. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• O Tan-faced Prairie Boy. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• O Sun of Real Peace. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• O Star of France. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• O Living Always—Always Dying. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• O Hymen! O Hymenee! by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• O Bitter Sprig! Confession Sprig! by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Now List to my Morning’s Romanza. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Now Finale to the Shore. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Not Youth Pertains to Me. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman

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