There Is A Calm For

Here Hyacinths Of Heavenly Blue, Shook Their Rich Tresses To The Morn.

Two Roses On One Slender Spray In Sweet Communion Grew, Together Hailed The Morning Ray And Drank The Evening Dew.

Nature's Prime Favourites Were The Pelicans; High-fed, Long-lived, And Sociable And Free.

Prayer Is The Soul's Sincere Desire, Uttered Or Unexpressed, The Motion Of A Hidden Fire That Trembles In The Breast. Prayer Is The Burden Of A Sigh, The Falling Of A Tear, The Upward Glancing Of An Eye When None But God Is Near.

Joys Too Exquisite To Last, And Yet More Exquisite When Past.