The war of words on the blessing of peace,
And taking God’s name in vain;
From the turmoil I craved a quick release,
From the hellish noise on the train;
When suddenly came two lovely tots,
With the father a-near their side;
Then lo, there ceased the fiery shots;
The children had turned the tide.
Like a sun-burst bright on a stormy morn,
Like flowers in the valley of death,