True Ease in Writing comes from Art, not Chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. - Alexander Pope
The hand that rocks the babe to sleep
When simple fright doth make her weep
The silence of the midnight hour
When evil lurks and thieves too cower
The scent of dust amidst the rain
That makes a man forget his pain
The sandy beach beneath my feet
When nature dances to its beat
The sun its golden rays to shine
Upon that soft horizon line
The green that makes a soul grow rich
Upon the grass my head shall hitch
A ride to wonders still unseen
Upon my shoulder you can lean
When rainbows smile across the sky
And angels fly when heroes die
I shall be there to hold your hand
To take you through that foreign land
Your hope for life although be lost
And body goes from dust to dust
I’ll say the prayer that sets you free
Under the shade of memory’s tree
And when in faith we meet again
We’ll walk again down memory lane