`After sharp showers,` said Peace, `the sun shines brightest;
No weather is warmer than after watery clouds;
Nor any love dearer, or more loving friends;
Than after war and woe, when Love and Peace are masters.
There was never war in this world, or wickedness so keen,
That Love, if he liked, could not turn to laughter,
And Peace, through patience, put an end to all perils.`
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