Chapter 1
1914 and other poems by Rupert Brooke 1914 1 Peace by Rupert Brooke read for LibriVox.org by J.L. Baldwin Now God be thanked who has matched us with his hour and caught our youth and wakened us from sleeping with hand made sure clear eye and sharpened power to turn as swimmers into cleanness sleeping glad from a world grown old and cold
and weary leave the sick hearts that honor could not move and half men and their dirty songs and dreary and all the little emptiness of love oh we who have known shame we have found release there where there's no ill no grief but sleep has an ending not broken save this body lost but breath
nothing to shake the laughing heart's long peace there but only agony and that has ending and the worst friend and enemy is but death end of poem this recording is in the public domain
