ON ENTERING A WOOD.
Here let busy turmoil cease;
Every sound here echoes peace;
Whispering winds, that murmur here,
Gently dry the falling tear,
Soothing while they wake the heart,
Bidding earth-born care depart.
Here the spirit walks abroad;
Here the soul communes with God.
Sacred silence of the wood!
Let no thought on thee intrude,
Save what may the notes prolong
Of all nature's Sabbath song.
Every sound here echoes peace;
Whispering winds, that murmur here,
Gently dry the falling tear,
Soothing while they wake the heart,
Bidding earth-born care depart.
Here the spirit walks abroad;
Here the soul communes with God.
Sacred silence of the wood!
Let no thought on thee intrude,
Save what may the notes prolong
Of all nature's Sabbath song.
