THE REST FARM
THE REST FARM
Into this quiet placeOf peace we come.The War God hides his face,His mouth is dumb.All reckless, wild decreesHis lips repeat,Are hushed by a little breezeIn waving wheat.And, like the penance-peaceIn a heart forlorn,Thrills the word of the trees—The sigh of the corn.
Into this quiet placeOf peace we come.The War God hides his face,His mouth is dumb.All reckless, wild decreesHis lips repeat,Are hushed by a little breezeIn waving wheat.And, like the penance-peaceIn a heart forlorn,Thrills the word of the trees—The sigh of the corn.
Into this quiet placeOf peace we come.The War God hides his face,His mouth is dumb.
Into this quiet place
Of peace we come.
The War God hides his face,
His mouth is dumb.
All reckless, wild decreesHis lips repeat,Are hushed by a little breezeIn waving wheat.
All reckless, wild decrees
His lips repeat,
Are hushed by a little breeze
In waving wheat.
And, like the penance-peaceIn a heart forlorn,Thrills the word of the trees—The sigh of the corn.
And, like the penance-peace
In a heart forlorn,
Thrills the word of the trees—
The sigh of the corn.