| Here |
| by Kristin D. Morgan |
| Here my soul in torment came Where green-lined path cuts through; Here nature many a soul can tame Here, as always, stays she true. No change disturbs the calming mind, No "progress" here cuts out the heart; Here one may search and still yet find their freedom from that outer part that seeks to mold our gracious land into a modern steel-made frame, To exert o'er Earth the power of man. But here dear Earth retains her claim Here still she holds her awesome power The willows stand as centuries past the breeze still breathes of summer flower Her stays my soul, at rest at last |