The Silent Lake Upon the silver lake, Where ripples softly break, Reflecting skies so blue, And clouds drifting anew.
The willows gently weep, While waters sing and leap, In harmony so pure, A beauty to ensure.
- Ruth H M Houghton
The Silent Lake Upon the silver lake, Where ripples softly break, Reflecting skies so blue, And clouds drifting anew.
The willows gently weep, While waters sing and leap, In harmony so pure, A beauty to ensure.