They make a desert and they call it peace.

They make a desert and they call it peace.

How calm, how beautiful comes on
The stilly hour, when storms are gone!
When warring winds have read more

How calm, how beautiful comes on
The stilly hour, when storms are gone!
When warring winds have died away,
And clouds, beneath the glancing ray,
Melt off, and leave the land and sea
Sleeping in bright tranquillity.

God strikes not with both hands, for to the sea he made heavens,
and to rivers foords.

God strikes not with both hands, for to the sea he made heavens,
and to rivers foords.

For, wake where'er he may, man wakes to care and coil.

For, wake where'er he may, man wakes to care and coil.

Then fill the bowl--way with gloom!
Our joys shall always last;
For Hope shall brighten days to read more

Then fill the bowl--way with gloom!
Our joys shall always last;
For Hope shall brighten days to come,
And Mem'ry gild the past.

I from the jaws of a gardener's bitch
Snatched this bone and then leapt the ditch.

I from the jaws of a gardener's bitch
Snatched this bone and then leapt the ditch.

To each man at his birth nature has given some fault.

To each man at his birth nature has given some fault.

He that will not have peace, God gives him warre.

He that will not have peace, God gives him warre.

A fair face may hide a foul heart.

A fair face may hide a foul heart.