The House Was Quiet And The World Was Calm
The house was quiet and the world was calm
The reader became the book; and summer
Was like the conscious being of the book
The house was quiet and the world was calm
The house was quiet and the world was calm
The reader became the book; and summer
Was like the conscious being of the book
The house was quiet and the world was calm
Quiet,
Lord, my froward heart,
Make me teachable and mild;
Upright, simple, free from art,
To build a quiet city in his mind:
A single overwhelming wish; to build,
Not hastily, for there is so much wind,
So many eager smilers to be killed,
There is one thing that ought to be taught in all the colleges,
Which is that people ought to be taught not to go around always making apologies
I don't mean the kind of apologies people make when they run over you or borrow five dollars...
Are you bowed down in heart
Do you but hear the clashing discords and the din of life
Then come away, come to the peaceful wood,
Here bathe your soul in silence