Classic Poem

I HEAR the music of the murmuring breeze,
It mingles with the preacher's quiet word;
Dim, holy memories are waked and stirred,
I seem to touch once more my mother's knees.
Christ's human love, His spirit mysteries
Envelop me. It is as though I heard
An angel choir in the singing bird
That floats above the fair full-foliaged trees.
The old sweet Faith is singing in my breast
With peace in Nature's summer subtly blent,
All of my being breathes a deep content —
Life and its unremitting, baffled quest
Fade into this rich sense of perfect rest —
My soul, renewed, is steeped in sacrament.