Matthew V. 9. Poem by Mary Anne Browne

YEA blessed are they—blessed shall they be!
They ask not for renown, no praise they seek,
They have hearts beating purely, placidly,
Low voices, sweet and meek;
Quiet, entreating eyes, that seem to say,
Without a word, 'Put enmity away.'

Blessed are they! they mingle in the throng
Of jarring hearts, and yet are full of peace;
Springing like flowers the wilds of life among,
Breathing forth love for these;
Taking no part, yet bending the proud will,
Smoothing life's ocean, till its waves are still.

Blessed are they! they stand 'twixt enemies,
Drawn by the 'cords of love' to either heart;
As stands the quiet hour of twilight skies,
Which day and night doth part;
And, linked to each, strives, with a placid smile
Yet shaded brow, the twain to reconcile.

They shall be called God's children.??Brethren, then,
Though younger brethren, to the Holy One,
Who meekly stands 'twixt God and sinful men,
Till pardon shall be won.
Oh blessed they, who strive to shadow forth,
Though faintly, His perfections upon earth.