The Peace of Wild Things (and other songs)

by Stanley Grill (b. 1953)

1. The Peace of Wild Things
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
When despair for the world grows in me
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  • by Wendell Berry (b. 1934), "The peace of wild things", copyright ©

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2. The Peaceful Shepherd
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
If heaven were to do again,
And on the pasture bars,
I leaned to line the figures in 
Between the dotted starts,
I should be tempted to forget,
I fear, the Crown of Rule,
The Scales of Trade, the Cross of Faith, 
As hardly worth renewal.
For these have governed in our lives, 
And see how men have warred. 
The Cross, the Crown, the Scales may all 
As well have been the Sword.

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3. I many times thought Peace had come
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
I many times thought peace had come,
When peace was far away;
As wrecked men deem they sight the land
At centre of the sea,

And struggle slacker, but to prove,
As hopelessly as I,
How many the fictitious shores
Before the harbor lie.

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4. Peace
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
Peace flows into me
      As the tide to the pool by the shore;
      It is mine forevermore,
It ebbs not back like the sea.

I am the pool of blue
      That worships the vivid sky;
      My hopes were heaven-high,
They are all fulfilled in you.

I am the pool of gold
      When sunset burns and dies, --
      You are my deepening skies,
Give me your stars to hold.

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5. Peace on Earth
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
The Archer is wake!
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