Once have a priest for enemy, good bye

He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower,- Alike they’re needful to the flower; And joys and tears alike are sent To give the soul fit nourishment. As comes to me or cloud or sun, Father! thy will, not mine, be done.

Nearer, my God, to Thee! Nearer to Thee! E’en though it be a cross That raiseth me, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee!

Though like the wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone; Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee.

Japan has been and will always be the mainstay of peace, order and progress in the Far East.

And when we're worn, Hack’d, hewn with constant service, thrown aside To rust in peace, or rot in hospitals.

I suppose when there's no more room for another crow's-foot, one attains a sort of peace?