Came the Breeze
Came the breeze through the trees, A beacon of peace, With whispers of joy, That never cease;
The angels of air, With fragrant breath, Caress the wide world, With love, though in death.
- Elizabeth Palmer Peabody
Came the Breeze
Came the breeze through the trees, A beacon of peace, With whispers of joy, That never cease;
The angels of air, With fragrant breath, Caress the wide world, With love, though in death.