Calm

Breathe through the heats of our desire, thy coolness and thy balm. Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire - speak through the earthquake, wind and fire - O still small voice of calm. Drop thy still dews of quietness, 'till all our strivings cease - take from our souls the strain and stress and let our ordered lives confess, the beauty of thy peace.
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