I only ask in such an hour I need but stretch my hand
And know that it shall feel the clasp of You, who understand.
THE CITY
In the land that is silent forever, asleep in the star and the sun,
Where noiselessly wanders the river, where voiceless the rivulets run,
Where men are not cultured nor clever, where wealth is not wanted nor won,
Where the world moves in musical measure, where aureate daffodils nod,
Where Nature gives freely her treasure, her tree and her bloom and her sod,
With only an acre of azure to curtain the presence of God,
I have heard in the stillness of slumber, have heard in the nearness of night,