With eager heart and will on fire,
I fought to win my great desire;
"Peace shall be mine,'* I said; but life
Grew bitter in the weary strife.

My soul was tired, and my pride
Was wounded deep; to Heaven I cried,
"God grant me peace or I must die";
The dumb stars glittered no reply.

Broken at last, I bowed my head.
Forgetting all myself, and said,
"Whatever comes. His will be done";
And in that moment peace was won.