Where Quiet Reigns

Oh, peaceful farm where May's sweet sunlight
pours
And where the fragrant apple blossoms call
The busy bee to carry off its stores,
How dear to me thy priceless treasures all.

For I was there when young, a barefoot boy,
And learned to know and love each restful spot,
Each tree and vine and flower, and each nook
Where cool soft breezes stirred when it was hot.

Along the river banks I strolled, where vines
Embroidered leaves of green and flowers sweet,
And waded in the ripples by the ford
To cool again my hot and tired feet.

Oh, peaceful farm where May's sweet sunbeams
pour
That teaches to the child Dame Nature's truth,
I love thy quiet, for each fragrant bud
Calls back to mind the happy days of youth.

^__Ed Blair.