I love to steal away to my retreat
Far from harsh mockery and cruel eyes.
Nocturnal air wafts mossy incense sweet
Mingling with cedar, a lone pine sighs.
O! If I could  but linger here all day
From earliest morn with rose tinted sky,
I would listen for God's voice as I pray
Though time on agitated wings doth fly.
Soughing of wind through ancient towering trees,
Heartbreaking cooing of a mourning dove,
Alone break hush of benediction's breeze
Overflowing my heart with poignant love.
O! to linger forever at this place
Far from the maddening crowd's hectic pace!



*~~Hilda~~