As the storm retreating,
Leaves the vales in peace,
Let the world's vain noises,
O'er our spirits cease.

Sounds of wrath and striving,
Man with man at war,
Hearts with Heaven contending,--
Hear we now no more.

Now the hours of stillness,
Wondrous visions show;
Heaven unfolds before us,
Angels come and go.

Holy, human faces,
From earth's shadows free,
Look with love upon us,
Bid us patient be.

Almost we discern them,
Almost read their smile,
Almost hear them saying--
"Wait a little while."

Amen.