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With eager heart and will on fire, / I strove to win my great desire.
"Peace shall be mine," I said; but life / Grew bitter in the barren strife.
My soul was weary, and my pride / Was wounded deep; to Heaven I cried, / "God grant me peace or I must die;"
The dumb stars glittered no reply.
Broken at last, I bowed my head, / Forgetting all myself, and said, / "Whatever comes, His will be done;"
And in that moment peace was won.