Sunday Morning Peace

HE IS NOT DEAD!

by Percy B Shelley

Peace, peace! He is not dead, he doth not sleep--

He hath awakened from the dream of life--

'Tis we, who, lost in stormy visons, keep

With phantoms an uprofitable strife . . .

He has outsoared the shadow of our night;

Envy and calumny, and hate and pain,

And that unrest which men miscall delight,

Can touch him not, and torture not again . . .

The One remains, the many change and pass;

Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly;

Life, like a dome of any-colored glas,

Stains the white radiance of eternity.

Blessings!