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- PEACE
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- AH, that Time could touch a form
- That could show what Homer's age
- Bred to be a hero's wage.
- "Were not all her life but storm
- Would not painters paint a form
- Of such noble lines,' I said,
- "Such a delicate high head,
- All that sternness amid charm,
- All that sweetness amid strength?'
- Ah, but peace that comes at length,
- Came when Time had touched her form.
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