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Poems of Peace

Poems of Peace

This book is a compilation of poems written by James Allen and published in 1907. Includes a poem for his daughter on her tenth birthday and a dramatic poem titled Eolaus. Many of his poems appeared in his other books and are collected here.  

This is one of the more difficult of his books to read.

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Eolaus

Dramatis Personae:EolausThe ProphetEarthHeavenCosmosVoices of NatureVoices of TruthEchoes Scene: A beautiful Island, wooded. Eolaus sitting on a fallen tree near the sea-shore. Eolaus:Unto this lonely Island I repairTo search for peace. After long, days and nightsUpon the waters, storm-tossed and fatigued,My skiff touched thy fair harbor, blessed Isle.Now on thy fragrant bosom I will rest,And in…
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Buddha

Under Mount Ratnagira’s western shade,Weary and worn with his long search for Truth,Sorrowing, unsatisfied, disconsolate,Sat Buddha, knowing not where he should turnTo find the Truth that he had so long sought—The Truth that maketh steadfast, strong, and pure,The Truth that bringeth peace and blessed rest.The Schools had failed him; the philosophies,Hoary and ancient, had not…
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If Men Only Understood

If men only understoodThat the wrong act of a BrotherShould not call from them another,But should be annulled with kindness,That their eyes should aid his blindness,They would find the Heavenly PortalLeading on to Love immortal—If they only understood. If men only understoodThat their wrong can never smotherThe wrong-doing of another;That by hatred hate increases,And by…
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Practice and Perception

Questioning Life and Destiny and Truth,I sought the dark and labyrinthine Sphinx,Who spake to me this strange and wondrous thing:"Concealment only lies in blinded eyes,And God alone can see the Form of God." I sought to solve this hidden mysteryVainly by paths of blindness and of pain,But when I found the Way of Love and…
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Liberty

The unwise say, "Our sufferings are unjust,Our pains and woes rise from the scattered dustOf sinful ancestors; we are not free;Our fathers robbed us of our libertyBy what they did; and we are weak and frailBecause they erred; they fell, and we must fail. "Our drunkenness comes from their love of wine;Our lusts their revels…
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Long I Sought Thee

Long I sought thee, Spirit holy,Master Spirit, meek and lowly;Sought thee with a silent sorrow, brooding o’er the woes of men;Vainly sought thy yoke of meekness’Neath the weight of woe and weakness;Finding not, yet in my failing, seeking o’er and o’er again. In unrest and doubt and sadnessDwelt I, yet I knew thy GladnessWaited somewhere;…
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Reality

I see men gaze upon the distant skiesOf ideals inaccessible and vain;And miss the Holy Way which near them lies—The hourly conquest over sin and pain.I see uplifted and imploring handsAching with emptiness; I see the cause,Self-made, of man’s long sorrow; see his bandsSelf-wrought, self-bound; I see the broken laws.Wisdom lies hidden in our common…
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Tomorrow and Today

In the dark land of TomorrowI dwelt with pain and sorrow,And I sighed for joys and blessings that escaped me as I ran;And the darkness gathered round me,For the morrow ever found meLiving in "What I ought to do," and not in what I can. And I sought for loving-kindnessIn the dim, dark haunts of…
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Star of Wisdom

Star that of the birth of Vishnu,Birth of Krishna, Buddha, Jesus,Told the wise ones, Heavenward looking,Waiting, watching for thy gleaming.In the darkness of the night-time.In the starless gloom of midnight;Shining Herald of the comingOf the kingdom of the righteous:Teller of the mystic storyOf the lowly birth of GodheadIn the stable of the passions,In the manger…
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Would You Scale the Highest Heaven

Would you scale the highest heaven,Would you pierce the lowest hell,Live in dreams of constant beauty,Or in basest thinkings dwell. For your thoughts are heaven above you,And your thoughts are hell below;Bliss is not, except in thinking,Torment naught but thought can know. Worlds would vanish but for thinking;Glory is not but in dreams;And the Drama…
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To Them That Seek the Highest Good

To them that seek the highest GoodAll things subserve the wisest ends;Naught comes as ill, and wisdom lendsWings to all shapes of evil brood. The darkening sorrow veils a StarThat waits to shine with gladsome light;Hell waits on heaven; and after nightComes golden glory from afar. Defeats are steps by which we climbWith purer aim…
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One Thing Lacking

E’en at the Master’s holy feet, low kneeling,Came one who knew nor worldly want nor stressYet sad with fruitless search for Truth, and feelingPerchance the Teacher of the world might blessThen asked he softly, and with humble pleading,—"Good Master, canst Thou calm my inward strife?Show me the lofty highway of Thy leading;What shall I do…
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Yashas

Lo, in the night, when all the world was sleeping,Yashas, the noble and aspiring youth,Pondering upon the world’s great sorrow, weeping,Searched for the holy pathway unto Truth." I search in vain," said he,” and will betake meUnto the Blessed One, and seek release;Healer of sorrow, he perchance will make mePartaker in his deep, Nirvanic peace."…
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The Lowly Way

All ways are waiting for my feet to tread,The light and dark, the living and the dead,The broad and narrow way, the high and low,The good and bad, and with quick step or slow,I now may enter any way I will,And find, by walking, which is good, which ill. And all good things my wand’ring…
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The Music of the Sea

I love to hear the music of the sea,As, playing on the everlasting shore,Its strange, profound, and mystic melody,It chants the soul of man for evermore. It sings of wreckful passion when it beatsWith unrestrained wildness on the rocks;Then with succeeding sorrow it retreats,Sobbing o’er pain of self-inflicted shocks. Of martyrdom and silent pain it…
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Love’s Conquest

I stood upon the shore, and saw the rocksResist the onslaught of the mighty sea,And when I thought how all the countless shocksThey had withstood through an eternity,I said, “To wear away this solid mainThe ceaseless efforts of the waves are vain." But when I thought how they the rocks had rent,And saw the sand…
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To My Daughter Nora on Her Tenth Birthday

Since when thou earnest, with thy native charms,A weeping infant to thy mother’s arms,Ten fleeting years have lifted up thy headUnto my breast; ten years of love are fled,But all their store of innocence and blissRemains with thee; thy mother’s and my kissSeal it forever thine! Those guileless waysWhich, walking, have filled up thy tender…
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The Inward Purity

Find ye that life is anguish, and that self-love is a chainThat binds thy quivering soul, and cuts with biting stings of pain?Grieve ye where Slander’s serpents trail beneath fair flowers of Trust?Or weep where Friendship buried lies ’neath Hatred’s fulsome dust?Then listen,—Selfish sweets are brief, and fleeting self-hood’s ties,But there abides a fadeless Love,…
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Self-Sacrifice

Great glory crowns the heights of hope by arduous struggle won;Bright honor rounds the hoary head that mighty works hath done;Fair riches come to him who strives in ways of golden gain,And fame enshrines his name who works with genius-glowing brain:But greater glory waits for him who, in the bloodless strife’Gainst self and wrong, adopts,…
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I Take Refuge in Truth

I come to thee, O Master! on thy breastI lay my weary head; I lave thy feetWith tears and kisses, travail of my quest;I bring my aching heart and sore defeat,And seek thy holy joy and perfect rest. Place thou thy hand upon my burning brow;Soothe thou my soul, and bid my sins depart;I ask…
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I, Truth, Am Thy Redeemer

I, Truth, am thy Redeemer, come to Me;Lay down thy sin and pain wild unrest;And I will calm thy spirit’s stormy sea,Pouring the oil of peace upon thy breast:Friendless and lone—lo, I abide with thee. Defeated and deserted, cast away;What refuge hast thou? Whither canst thou fly?Upon My changeless breast thy burdens lay;I am thy…
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The White Robe

The White Robe of the Heart InvisibleIs stained with sin and sorrow, grief and pain,And all repentant pools and springs of prayerShall not avail to wash it white again. While in the path of ignorance I walk,The stains of error will not cease to cling;Defilements mark the crooked path of self,Where anguish lurks and disappointments…
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The Righteous Man

No harmful shaft can reach the righteous man,Standing erect amid the storms of hate,Defying hurt and injury and ban,Surrounded by the trembling slaves of Fate. Majestic in the strength of silent power,Serene he stands, nor changes not nor turns;Patient and firm in suffering’s darkest hour,Time bends to him, and death and doom he spurns. Wrath’s…
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Choice

The will to evil and the will to GoodAre both within thee: which wilt thou employ?Thou knowest what is right and what is wrong;Which wilt thou love and foster? Which destroy? Thou art the chooser of thy thoughts and deeds;Thou art the maker of thine inward state;The power is thine to be what thou wilt…
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Truth Triumphant

There is no height to which thou canst not climb;There is no grandeur that thou may’st not view,If thou wilt reach beyond the things of Time,Unto the Pure, the Beautiful, the True. There is no saintly vision, no glad sightOf seer, nor no dream of holy sageBut may be thine; nay, is thy heavenly right,If…
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O Thou Who Would’st Teach!

O thou who would’st teach men of Truth!Hast thou passed through the desert of doubt?Art thou purged by the fires of sorrow? hath ruthThe fiends of opinion cast outOf thy human heart? Is thy soul so fairThat no false thought can ever harbor there? O thou who would’st teach men of Love!Hast thou passed through…
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If Thou Would’st Right the World

If thou would’st right the world,And banish all its evils and its woes,Make its wild places bloom,And its drear deserts blossom as the rose,—Then right thyself.If thou would’st turn the worldFrom its long, lone captivity in sin,Restore all broken hearts,Slay grief, and let sweet consolation in,—Turn thou thyself.It thou would’st cure the worldOf its long…
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What of the Night?

What of the night, O Watchman! see’st thou yetThe glimmering dawn upon the mountain heightsThe golden Herald of the Light of lights,Are his fair feet upon the hilltops set? Cometh he yet to chase away the gloom,And with it all the demons of the Night?Strike yet his darting rays upon thy sight?Hear’st thou his voice,…
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Knowledge

We find the Good by being good, the TrueBy being true, the Real by dissolvingOur fond illusions, thereby piercing throughShadow, and knowing substance. By resolving,We can attain, and by attaining, know;And, knowing, who shall cause us grief or harm?What trembling victim of the world’s vain showShall pierce the armored heart, or foil the armOf him…
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The End of Evil

All evil passes from us when we findThe Way of Good; when word and deed and mindAre shaped to Truth and Wisdom; then we seeThe end of bondage and captivity. All good is ever with us; we but wantWisdom to take it; we are poor and scantOnly in lacking wisdom; that acquired,The good is ours…
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Man Divine

Man is superior to sin and shame,Evil and error he will yet dethrone,The beasts within he will o’ercome and tame,The brute will pass, the Angel will be known;Yea, even now the Man divine appears,Crowned with conquest, victor o’er all fears. Hail to thee, Man divine! the conquerorOf sin and shame and sorrow; no more weak,Wormlike…
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Patience

Why this fierce struggle to achieve thine ends?This selfish argument? This fire which lendsHeat to resentment, ashes to remorse?Canst thou bend Truth and Nature to thy will?Bend thou, and work and wait; be strong and still;Soft growth is stronger than vehement force. Be as a flower, content to be, to growIn sweetness day by day;…
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Restored

Eager for strife and struggle, Self and gain,And heeding not the gentle Voice of Truth,We strive and wrestle in dark ways of pain,And, blind and lost in passion, we disdainThe unobtrusive Way of Love and Truth;So live we on in sorrow and in woe,Nor rest can find, nor blessed gladness know. Tired of strife and…
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On Releasing a Captive Bird

I found a little bird held fast, ensnaredBy ruthless hands; a gentle, captive preyThirsting for freedom, piteously scared,Struggling in vain to ’scape and soar away. I marked his terror, and I took him up;His fluttering heart spoke out his wild despair."Look, you and I with the great gods shall supThis day," I said; then threw…
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Art Thou In Sorrow?

Art thou in sorrow? Art thou in despair,Involved in doubt and deep perplexity?Leave thou thyself, and with thy fellows shareThe good thou hast, and thou wilt blessed be. Let Love’s bright sunshine play upon your heart;Come now unto your gladness, peace, and rest;Bid the dark shades of selfishness depart,And now and evermore be truly blest.
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When I Am Pure

When I am pureI shall have solved the mystery of life,I shall be sure,When I am free from hatred, lust, and strife,I am in Truth, and Truth abides in me.I shall be safe and sane and wholly freeWhen I am pure.
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Immortality

He shall not die who seeks the Way of Truth;He shall not see the corruption who doth walkWith stainless feet the Path of Purity;He shall not wander in dark worlds of woeWho finds the Gate of Good and enters there,For he shall taste of immortalityWhile feasting at the table of his Lord.
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Are You Searching?

Are you searching for the happiness that does not fade away?Are you looking for the joy that lives, and leaves no grievous day?Are you panting for the water brooks of Love, and Life, and Peace?Then let all dark desires depart, and selfish seeking cease.Are you ling’ring in the paths of pain, grief-haunted, stricken sore?Are you…
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