Serenity

Peace can be found in strife : artillery
Are belching forth this sweet, entrancing morn
Their projectiles of death : yet as in scorn,
Lost in the sky's clear, blue serenity
The larks in music sing their love new-born,
Trilling its joy, its natural ecstasy ;
The butterfly along Life's drift is borne ;
And seeking nectar drones the wand'ring bee.

Thus Nature is serene amid the strife :
And in the hearts of those who calmly stand
Here in the trenches ('mid Death's hail) unmann'd,
Flinging at Death the treasure of a Life—
There is a peace unknown to those (deny !)
Who have not dared for Liberty to die.