Silent Hours.Oh! shut the door twixt me and anxious care; For these are hours that I wish for my own___ The hours of rest that mend the daily wear. When I am silent do not come to me And ask with anxious look it I am well, I'm only striving for an hour that's free___ In one hour of forgetfulness to dwell. Then let me lie beneath a forest tree, Or out where rolling prairies stretch away; Where gentle breezes whisper there to me, And sing their sweet rest songs the livelong day. For sad the soul when Nature cannot come Into its "deep recesses" for awhile; And drive away all care, and start the hum Of music in the heart, and leave a smile. __Ed. Blair. |
Kansas Zephyrs
Ed. Blair
(Madison, Wis.: American Thresherman. 1901)
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