PEACE
 
 AH, that Time could touch a form
 That could show what Homer's age
 Bred to be a hero's wage.
 "Were not all her life but storm
 Would not painters paint a form
 Of such noble lines,' I said,
 "Such a delicate high head,
 All that sternness amid charm,
 All that sweetness amid strength?'
 Ah, but peace that comes at length,
 Came when Time had touched her form.