Classic Poem

Peace is like salt which seasons all our meat,
Till envious war doth poison all we eat.
War, like the horseleech, calls for human blood
And ruins all things like the unruly flood
Or raging fire. I do prefer by far
An unjust peace before the justest war.
Welcome, sweet peace, which makes all things complete
And gives us grapes from our own vines to eat.
That land is blest and hath a golden day
Where drums and trumpets cease, and organs play.
Peace breedeth plenty, war consumes a nation;
Peace bringeth joy, war causeth lamentation.
Pray to the God of peace that we may have
The love and peace of God unto the grave.

Peace is like salt which seasons all our meat,
Till envious war doth poison all we eat.
War, like the horseleech, calls for human blood
And ruins all things like the unruly flood
Or raging fire. I do prefer by far
An unjust peace before the justest war.
Welcome, sweet peace, which makes all things complete
And gives us grapes from our own vines to eat.
That land is blest and hath a golden day
Where drums and trumpets cease, and organs play.
Peace breedeth plenty, war consumes a nation;
Peace bringeth joy, war causeth lamentation.
Pray to the God of peace that we may have
The love and peace of God unto the grave.