All creatures drink of Peace
At nature's breast.
All the just and all the unjust
Taste of gifts-
Kisses and fruit of the vine-
A tried friend to the death's end.
Ever worms can feel contentment,
And cherubs stand before God!

Gladly, like the heavenly bodies
Through the splendor of the firmament,
Brothers, run your race,
As heroes on their quest.