Peace

It is said of Goethe , the great German , that in of those dark unsatisfied hours in which his mighty intellect and soul groped after the true rest , he thus recorded his undefined longings for that for which he had failed to attain :-
           "Fairest among Heavens daughters ,
            Thou who stillest pain and  woe,
           Pourest Thy refreshing waters
            On the thirsty here below ;
             Whither tends this restless striving !
             Faint and tired I long for rest.
             Heaven -born Peace,
             Come and dwell within my breast."
 These words were found on a scrap of paper lying on his writing table . A devoted friend of kindred intellectual pursuits , but who tasted of a better fountain  and therefore knew what alone could quench these unsated aspirations , wrote on the other side ,"Peace I leave with you , my peace I give unto you . Let not your heart be troubled , neither let it be afraid."