And with thy smiles, sweet Peace, came woman’s, bringing
The Eden sunshine of her welcome kiss,
And lover’s flutes, and children’s voices singing
The maiden’s promised, matron’s perfect bliss,
And heart and home-bells blending with their ringing
Thank-offerings borne to holier words than this,
And the proud Queen of Glory’s laurel leaves,
And gold, the gift to Peace, of Plenty’s summer sheaves.
Honor and health to Halleck, and may he speak to us in the high-hearted, honest music of his soul oftener than heretofore; and let him rest assured he cannot speak to us too often or too long. Valeto.