Where Soft Winds Blow

by Julia Morgan Harding

Where Soft Winds Blow

by Julia Morgan Harding

Where soft winds blow and shadows lie
On sunflecked grass 'neath beeches high
The warm earth breathes forth odors rare,
A rhythmic humming fills the air--
The voice of summer passing by.

A flock of white sheep in the sky
Strays northward, gazing dreamily
Through heavenly meadows rich and fair,
Where soft winds blow.

In greenwood glads the tree-tops sigh
For sorrow that the year must die.
But summer days are still to spare,
And nature bids us banish care,
Unreckoned let the sweet hours fly--
Where soft winds blow.