Hallowed Places
I PASS my days among the quiet places
— Made sacred by your feet.
The air is cool in the fresh woodland spaces,
— The meadows very sweet.
The sunset fills the wide sky with its splendor,
— The glad birds greet the night;
I stop and listen for a voice strong, tender,
— I wait those dear eyes' light.
You are the heart of every gleam of glory,
— Your presence fills the air,
About you gathers all the fair year's story;
— I read you everywhere.
— Made sacred by your feet.
The air is cool in the fresh woodland spaces,
— The meadows very sweet.
The sunset fills the wide sky with its splendor,
— The glad birds greet the night;
I stop and listen for a voice strong, tender,
— I wait those dear eyes' light.
You are the heart of every gleam of glory,
— Your presence fills the air,
About you gathers all the fair year's story;
— I read you everywhere.
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