Down softly flowing streams,
Where silvery willows
Shadow calm waves.
Gentle bird-songs
and murmuring freshets
Leap from the woodland
In snowy circlets.
Green embowers us,
And fragrant mosses,
Spicy odors
That drift in the lanquid
Swaying breezes . . .
Our lives float on quiet waters. . .
And my Love and I
Wonder at twilight,
When flaming banners
Spread in the heavens,
How long this Beauty--
This stately silence. . .
E'er once again we shall drift
On the turbulent, open sea.
I need so much the quiet of your love
After the day's loud strife;
I need your calm all other things above
After the stress of life.
I crave the haven that in your dear heart lies,
After all toil is done;
I need the starshine of your heavenly eyes,
After the day's great sun.
owned and had, it shall
never lose."
cherishing begins in the
heart, not the head."
portion of yourself."
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