A poem that became a well-known Danish song, the text by the 19th century writer B.S. Ingemann

Peace rests o’er town and countryside

Peace rests o’er town and countryside,

no worldly noises mar:

at its own cloud the moon smiles wide,

till star can gaze on star.

And smooth and shining lies the lake,

the sky in its embrace,

on bleach greens guards keep distant wake

and praise the God of grace.

It is so still, with all at rest

in heav’n and here on earth,

be also still now in my breast,

you fugitive since birth!

Make peace, oh heart, with every soul

that fails to read you here,

And peace’s angel now behold,

o’er town and vale so near.

Like you, he is a stranger here:

his mind’s on heaven set,

yet in the tranquil starlight clear

like you, he lingers yet.

Oh, learn from him your evening song:

peace with each soul on earth!

We for a common heaven long,

although our paths diverge.

Peace with each heart, both far and near,

that restlessness may gnaw!

Peace with the few that hold me dear,

and those I never saw!