■■-^ T;^<'^ '?^^, 'K ?^^. A •%^ ■J-' '^i; -f^rvT :^«>^~. THE BELLS OF PEACE BY JOHN GALSWORTHY W. HEFFER & SONS LTD. CAMBRIDGE, MDCCCCXXI !\so(]oz\ THE "BELLS OF "PEACE Tilies are here, tall in ^-^ the garden bed. And on the moor are still the buds of May, Roses are here — and, tolling for our dead, The bells of Peace make summer holiday. Listening ? They, who in -^ their Springtime went ? The young, the brave dead, leaving all behind. All of their home, love, laughter and content. The village sweetness and the western wind. THE "BELLS OF TEACE Leaving the quiet trees J and the cattle red, The southern soft mist over granite tor — Whispered from Hfe, by secret valour led To face the horror that their souls abhor. Here in the starlight to the owls' * To-whoo ' They wandered once — they wander still, may-be. Dreaming of home, clinging the long night through To sound and sight fastened in memory. THE "BELLS OF TEACE Here in the sunlight and the bracken green — Wild happy roses starring every lane — Eager to reach the good that might have been, They were at peace. Are they at peace again ? B ells of remembrance, on this summer eve Of our relief. Peace and Goodwill ring in ! Ring out the Past, and let not Hate bereave Our dreaming dead of all they died to win ! John Galsworthy. June, 1920. Cornell University Library The original of this book is in the Cornell University Library. There are no known copyright restrictions in the United States on the use of the text. http://www.archive.org/details/cu31924013615400 Cornell University Library PR6013.A46B4 The bells of peace. 3 1924 013 615 400 y'^'^.%^ ■J* ' '•.-A'J ..Vir'v^