Robert Laurence Binyon - From Goethe lyrics
Peace is perfect over All the hills. Scarce wilt thou discover A breath, so still's Every tree. The woods are silent; birds have hushed their song. Wait but thou; ere long Peace comes to thee.
Peace is perfect over All the hills. Scarce wilt thou discover A breath, so still's Every tree. The woods are silent; birds have hushed their song. Wait but thou; ere long Peace comes to thee.