This is the church of Peace.
Sibyls of the East and West,
Teach me your secret, to release
With ancient wisdom that old rest
Which is in heaven called peace.
A wanderer in Rome
I wait the unknown hour, I wait,
Where other wanderers have come,
Before that ever-open gate
Which is on earth called Rome.
I do not see the way;
I wait, and turn my waiting eyes,
In patience toward the hope of day.
O Sibyls, show me, you are wise,
Your wisdom, and the way!
