And Peace is come a stranger, and grave-eyed,
Like a young maid turned woman; on our knees
We do her reverence as a spirit enskyed;
How should we spend such shining days as these?
They have cost great pain: needs must we hold them dear,
Counting our jewels with a heavenly fear.
IV
Ghosts of great flags that billowed in the sun
With glorious colors above the crowded street,
Lifting our hearts to know the rent world one,