Peace, Perfect Peace - A Portion for the Sorrowing #231601

There is peace in those silent depths of space, blue for very dis tance, which bend with such gentle tenderness over our fevered, troubled lives There is peace in the repose of the unruffied waters of the moun tain lake, sheltered from the winds by the giant cliffs around. There is peace at the heart of the whirlwind which sweeps across the desert waste in whirling fury. The peace of a woodland dell, of a highland glen, of a summer landscape, all touch us. And is there none for us, whose nature is so vast, so composite, so wonderful?