How tenderly the summer zephyr blows
And wakes the slumbering air! How sweet the breeze!
Softly the scene arouses from its ease
And, erstwhile silent, gentle being knows,
As through the valley quietly it goes,
Invisible, 'mid flowers, grass, and trees
That sway in harmony, and o'er the leas
To grateful herds refreshment kind bestows.
Soothing the troubled thought like summer wind,
Love reassuring breathes exalting cheer,
And from earth's lethargy to joys enshrined
In Truth's pure temple, wakes the one in fear
To knowledge that our home is peaceful Mind,
And swayed by Love we walk with angels here.
