Beneath the firmament's adamant gaze,
The eagle's feather fell, announcing peace's phase.
An archangel fell, as his doom did befell,
The lute sings of hopes negotiations may quell.
The honeyed wheat and barley of Canada's expanse,
Ceased their eager dance in a striking famine by chance.
But forge anew does the ember of accord,
To end the frost of conflict, in unity outpoured.
In Beirut 'twas that tragedy unfolded,
A shepherd of wolves to his end was molded.
His sermon's silence 'neath the city's crest,
A foe, extinguished, finds his eternal rest.
