Where The Shadows Play

Where the long reach of shadows play, And placid waters murmur by I dream throughout the summer day Nor note the hours that wingéd fly. Hushed is the voice of sordid trade, And e'en the birds' sweet song is stilled; While all the cares that Life hath made Slip from my heart, which now is filled With peace alone. O Nature pure! To thee, I turn, no more to stray In spirit, with thee ever sure To find sweet solace for the day! O leafy homes where song-birds rest; O gentle breeze that rocks and sways! My heart all silent stays to rest And bide apart these heaven-born days! For other worlds are pictured there; Reflected in the waters lie; And each is clear and passing fair, And fleecy clouds o'er each glide by!