Go into the woodland
If you seek peace of mind
As this time when Nature's mood
is gentle, quiet and kind,
When soft winds fan the trembling leaves
about the cloistered glade--
And paths go winding deep into the green
and breathless shade.

Where nothing breaks the silence

of the warm and fragrant air--
But snatches of sweet melody . . .
and wings that rend and tear--
The stillness of the windless dells
where shallow brooklets flow--
And shadows fleck the water
as the sunbeams come and go.

An unseen Presence walks the woods,

a sense of holy things--
Haunts the dim Cathedral aisles;
and every bird that sings--
Is like some morning chorister,
and every breath of air--
Seems to bring the secret murmur
of a whispered prayer.