Thomas Hardy
Dorchester / England
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According To The Mighty Working

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When moiling seems at cease
In the vague void of night-time,
And heaven's wide roomage stormless
Between the dusk and light-time,
And fear at last is formless,
We call the allurement Peace.

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Oh peace where you are......playing hide and seek......you are so illusory...............wonderful...............
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