<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div dir="ltr"><span style="caret-color: rgb(72, 72, 72); color: rgb(72, 72, 72); font-family: sans-serif, serif; font-size: 26px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Peace</span><div dir="ltr"><div><div><br></div><div>by Alfred Noyes</div><div><br></div><div>Give me the pulse of the tide again </div><div>And the slow lapse of the leaves, </div><div>The rustling gold of a field of grain </div><div>And a bird in the nested eaves; </div><div><br></div><div>And a fishing-smack in the old harbour </div><div>Where all was happy and young; </div><div>And an echo or two of the songs I knew </div><div>When songs could still be sung. </div><div><br></div><div>For I would empty my heart of all </div><div>This world's implacable roar, </div><div>And I would turn to my home, and fall </div><div>Asleep in my home once more; </div><div><br></div><div>And I would forget what the cities say, </div><div>And the folly of all the wise, </div><div>And turn to my own true folk this day, </div><div>And the love in their constant eyes. </div><div><br></div><div>There is peace, peace, where the sea-birds wheel, </div><div>And peace in the breaking wave; </div><div>And I have a broken heart to heal, </div><div>And a broken soul to save.</div></div><div><br></div>————————————————-<br><br><div dir="ltr"><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Seeya 'round town, Moscow, because . . .</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Moscow Cares" (the most fun you can have with your pants on)</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">http://www.MoscowCares.net</span></div><div><br></div><div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Tom Hansen</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Moscow, Idaho</span></div></div><div><br></div><div>“A stranger is just a friend you haven’t met.”</div><div>- Roy E. Stolworthy</div><div></div></div></div></div></body></html>