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Ada Cambridge - Peace
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The red-rose flush fades slowly in the west. 
The golden water, basking in the light, 
Pales to clear amber and to silver white. 
The velvet shadow of a flame-crowned crest 
Lies dark and darker on its shining breast, 
Till lonely mere and isle and mountain-height 
Grow dim as dreams in tender mist of night, 
And all is tranquil as a babe at rest. 

So still! So calm! Will our life`s eve come thus? 
No sound of strife, of labour or of pain, 
No ring of woodman`s axe, no dip of oar. 
Will work be done, and night`s rest earned, for us? 
And shall we wake to see sunrise again? 
Or shall we sleep, to see and know no more?
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