Angel of peace
Original setting (by me) of a poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes (Snr.) in 1869 to celebrate the end of the American Civil War.
Angel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long!
Spread thy white wings to the sunshine of love!
Come while our voices are blended in song, --
Fly to our ark like the storm-beaten dove!
Fly to our ark on the wings of the dove, --
Speed o'er the far-sounding billows of song,
Crowned with thine olive-leaf garland of love, --
Angel of Peace, thou hast waited too long!
Brothers we meet, on this altar of thine
Mingling the gifts we have gathered for thee,
Sweet with the odors of myrtle and pine,
Breeze of the prairie and breath of the sea, --
Meadow and mountain and forest and sea!
Sweet is the fragrance of myrtle and pine,
Sweeter the incense we offer to thee,
Brothers once more round this altar of thine!