Peace in travail

Let Peace be still on thee, O Plateau.
Great are your pinions and so the little foxes
Arise on bended knees cry out to heaven

Have your crown redeemed and restored
And the young hearts grow in knowing that;
In thee, the Eagle's nest and raise their young,

In thee, the nation's light will break forth,
And the trumpet of God's justice avalanche.
O! How on thy lofty heights infants crushed,

Mothers made barren to bare no more
Women made widows, and fatherless a generation.
But, rejoice for your maker will be your husband.

Thy wounds will be bound and healed
His Word shall raise thy young in holy fear.
"Rejoice, I have overcome the world."

Let peace be still! Peace be still!!
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