Lines on a Picture by Mary Gow

O whirling World! I know a corner still Unsoiled by Hate and Strife: Where hushed and gentle is the voice of Life: Where Time—a summer rill Soft-flowing through the grass—in measure slow Sings sweetly as we go. Here is a room wherein the white day gleams: Silence o'er Peace has spread her pearly wings: A smiling woman reads of simple things: A child's blue eyes are blinded by their dreams....