| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1272. Implora Pace |
| | | By Charles Lotin Hildreth |
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| I STOOD within the cypress gloom | |
| Where old Ferrara’s dead are laid, | |
| And mused on many a sculptured tomb, | |
| Moss-grown and mouldering in the shade. | |
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| And there was one the eye might pass, | 5 |
| And careless foot might tread upon | |
| A crumbling tablet in the grass, | |
| With weeds and wild vines overrun. | |
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| In the dim light I stooped to trace | |
| The lines the time-worn marble bore, | 10 |
| Of reverent praise or prayer for grace— | |
| “Implora Pace!”—nothing more. | |
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| Name, fame, and rank, if any were, | |
| Had long since vanished from the stone, | |
| Leaving the meek, pathetic prayer, | 15 |
| “Peace I implore!” and this alone. | |
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