Peace
by Henry Van Dyke
With eager heart and will on fire,
I fought to win my great desire
“Peace shall be mine,” I said;
but life grew bitter in the weary strife.
My soul was tired,
and my pride was wounded deep:
to Heaven I cried,
“God grant me peace or I must die,”
The dumb stars glittered no reply.
Broken at last, I bowed my head,
Forgetting all myself, and said,
“Whatever comes, His will be done;”
And in that moment peace was won.