Sunday, July 11, 2010

My Sanctuary




My Sanctuary (c. 1908)

Far in a leaf-loved, summer-circled place
That nature built for worshipers apart,
Where little lights the timid shadows chase
And sudden bird-calls through the silence start,
My sanctuary is; life’s weary mart
Grows dim and distant dreaming on thy face,
Far in a leaf-loved, summer-circled place,
That nature built for worshipers apart.

Thou dwellest there in gentleness and grace,
Who through all change in spirit changeless art;
And I, turned neophite a little space,
Yield reverantly the homage of my heart,
Far in a leaf-loved, summer-circled place
That nature built for worshipers apart.

By Ethelwyn Dithridge Hotaling

From my friend Dan Hermann whose grandmother wrote these lines in 1908

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