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Lie still and mark
The comfort and the blessing of the dark
How gently in the hollow of its hand,
How quietly, it holds the trusting land,
The stars, the dreaming boughs, the folded wings.
Think on these things.
Remember long ago:
How, when the shadows used to gather slow,
You put your treasures down and faltered home,
Happy with play, but glad the dusk had come,
Your eyelids drooping in the sweet twilight--
Remember this tonight.
Be safe, be still.
When dawn shall wake you at your window-sill
There will be beauty in the morning's gold,
There will be strength for all the day shall hold;
But now the night has taken you, strong and deep,
So . . . sleep . . . .
This poem is in the public domain.
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Nancy Byrd Turner (1880 - 1971) was born in Virginia. A descendant of both Thomas Jefferson and Pocohantas, Nancy began writing poetry as a child. She studied to become a teacher, and did teach for a few years, but eventually she became a magazine editor. During the course of her career, she published 15 books, several songs, and her work appeared regularly in the leading magazines of her day. Late in her life, Nancy became a freelance writer and a popular lecturer.
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CamilleBalla:
Very nice, soothing.
Posted 02/01/2014 08:47 PM
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Wilda Morris:
Lovely!
Posted 01/21/2014 10:34 AM
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Dorcas:
Thank you. There is a time for everything quoteth Quohelith in verses. Pay attention to the calling of these hours now. When the dawn comes it is to be I imagine, as the same.
Posted 01/21/2014 10:05 AM
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phebe.davidson@gmail.com:
this one is a beautiful respite--impossible not to read with delight.
Posted 01/21/2014 06:48 AM
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