REFUGE
When stars ride in on the wings of dusk, Out on the silent plain,After the fevered fret of day, I find my strength again.
Under the million friendly eyes That smile in the lonely night,Close to the rolling prairie's heart, I find my heart for the fight.
Out where the cool long winds blow free, I fling myself on the sod;And there in the tranquil solitude I find my soul,—and God.
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