The Voices

Come out where rivulets run free

     And forest branches spread;

Come out beneath the pale blue sea,

     And cloud boats overhead.

Come lie and watch them drift along

     To isles beyond the blue,

The while the brooklet in its song

     Sings, “God and love are true.”

Come in the tangled forest deep,

     Where mosses cool invite

The weary soul to rest and sleep

     By day as well as night.

Come where the noiseless fairies meet

     Their revels to pursue;

Come where the birds sing low and sweet

     That “God and love are true.”

Come out into the starlit night,

     Where nature fair would rest,

And see ten thousand signals bright

     Peep from her jeweled breast.

Come out and hear the evening breeze

     Whose voice is soothing, too,

Go whisp’ring through the swaying trees

     That “God and love are true.”

Aug 10, ‘09