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William Butler Yeats - The Rose Of Peace
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IF Michael, leader of God`s host
When Heaven and Hell are met,
Looked down on you from Heaven`s door-post
He would his deeds forget.
Brooding no more upon God`s wars
In his divine homestead,
He would go weave out of the stars
A chaplet for your head.
And all folk seeing him bow down,
And white stars tell your praise,
Would come at last to God`s great town,
Led on by gentle ways;
And God would bid His warfare cease,
Saying all things were well;
And softly make a rosy peace,
A peace of Heaven with Hell.
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