And quiet gray tones soothe an inner pain.

DREAMING BY THE RIVER

Ripples on the water

Rustling in the trees

Wind sighing gently

Whistling by with ease.

Cow-bells tinkling distant

Farmer on the lea,

Cattle nibbling grasses

Little honey bee.

Frosted leaves of autumn

Sailing down the stream.

Neatest clump of willows,

Oh, for some ice cream.

WHEN YOU COME HOME

O happy, happy heart, that can but leap

For joy, when you return to me again;

The love within grows fresh as morning glen,

Awakes and lights the gloom where shadows creep.

—The night will come and with it women weep.

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