How quiet falls
Peace on the heart,
Like gentle rain from heaven,
Within the calm enclosure of these walls!
Hushed is the clamor of harsh mortal fear
In the loved stillness of this place.
Here,
Courage new is given,
Pain doth retire,
And yielded to the fullness of God's grace
Is every false desire.
"Love is at the helm." *
Heaven now—within!
No thought of ill can overwhelm,
Nor darkling sin
Obscure the vision of reality the thought beholds:
Truth evermore unfolds
Her message to the listening heart
In our blest age.
I would be still—
And ponder, in this quiet room apart,
The inspired page!
*Miscellaneous Writings by Mary Baker Eddy, page 113
