The Peaceful Valley
Here falls a gentle stillness o'er the fields,
And in the sunshine there's a touch of gold;
Each zephyr brings the echo of a song,
And Summer twilights Nature's heart unfold.
Here, peaceful home, where cluster orchard trees,
Stands far removed from where the busy feet
Of passing life go up and down the way:
Here not the noisy, but the peaceful meet.
There are no struggles here, but gentler ways
Of life stretch far along the winding streams;
Here are the echoes of the olden songs,
Here come again the faces of our dreams.
Ah! but the touch of her soft, gentle hand
And lo! a stillness falls o'er land and sea:
'Tis Peaceful Valley where her pathway leads,
'Tis always Summer when she walks with me.
