Among the silent people where no sound
Of wheel or voice or implement - no roar
Of wind or billow moves the tranquil air:
And oft at midnight when my strength is spent
And day's delirium in the lull is drowned
Of deepening darkness, as I kneel before
Her palm and cross, comes to my soul this prayer,
That partly brings me back to my content,
"Oh, that hushed forest! - soon may I be there!"
- Into the Noiseless Country by Thomas William Parsons
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