The breeze of Thy love wafts
through me, O Father, and the tree of
my life gently trembles its leaves in
response to Thy coming.
The leaves of my soul are just

Their rustling murmur, floating
through the ether, calls the weary ones
to rest in the shade of my peace, which
comes from Thee.

From Whispers from Eternity, 1949 edition.

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