Poem April 8, 1933 Issue

Peace

MARION SUSAN CAMPBELL

There is quiet everywhere
When we do His will;
Quiet full of loveliness,
Warm and deep and still,
Like this April evening
From my window sill.
Peaceful as that flower bed,
Calm as yonder star
Far across the garden
Where the lilacs are.
Fairer than this moment
When I scarce can see,
Happy bird, which hides you,
Pear or apple tree,
All the twilight waiting
For thy melody.
There is quiet everywhere
Of which I cannot sing,
When we have laid ourselves away—
Tired of wandering.

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