The Perfect Angel of Peace waits on Justice. And perfect Justice is attended by Mercy, and all are the outgrowth of Love, Divine, Perfect Love.

Nor is Peace a quality by itself. It is born of the state that follows all the unrest and disquiet of aggressiveness incident to mere selfish struggle, and must follow, but can never precede, the conditions that make for peace.

"Beautiful art thou, O Peace, and lovely are thy Children, and beautiful the prints of thy footsteps among the green valleys."

Blessed indeed are these "beautiful ones" that are the results of the Divine Attainment; but the Tyrant who cries out for "peace" that he may pursue his oppressions; the forger of chains of bondage and the gyves and fetters of unrequited toil; the one who entrenched behind authority born of material force and power, cannot justly call the conditions of acquiescence or submission on the part of his subjects "Peace."

When Toussaint l'Ouverture started the insurrection in Santo Domingo that was to lead to the overthrow of chattel slavery, it was called "terrible," and so it was; but the state that preceded it was a state of war - war against the rights and liberties of a race that had committed no offense.

There are often worse wars than those that follow the call to arms. But blessed, thrice blessed, is the man, the family, the community, that can truly say, "I am at peace with all; there is neither strife nor oppression here, for each seeks the good of all." To "Love thy neighbor as thyself" is a superior human state and means co-operation. To love one better than one's self is the Divine state.

"Greater Love than this hath no man: that he give up his life for his friends."

Whenever and wherever the Angels of Peace are found they have a blessed and glorious mission; yet not always does their word and work receive welcome, nor are they personally recognized as "Peace Makers." Yet ultimately their work is known, their mission seen and acknowledged.

How can their lives be traced through the divisions and bloodstained windings of history? How can their brows, crowned with the glory of their surpassing brightness of purpose, be seen above the night of warfare? How are their voices known among the contentions of the multitudes who clamor for the possession of all that the Earth yields of beauty and usefulness?

Ah, but afar off they are known and their names traced on the records Immortal. They are those whose glory never fades, who when Thrones and Kingdoms and Powers of Earthliness perish are traced by their pathway of Light and Love.

"Blessed are the peace-makers, for they shall be called the Children of God." (Infinite Good.)