'Tis borne on the zephyr at eventide’s hour ...'

Warm homes along the Pend Oreille River, Newport, Washington

’Tis borne on the zephyr at eventide’s hour;It falls on the heart like the dew on the flower,—An infinite essence from tropic to pole,The promise, the home, and the heaven of Soul.

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