… softly whispers the gentle evening breeze.
Silently the noon has crept away.
On the elm branches doves fold their silver
Wings, as monks they droop their
Heads to pray.
… Beneath the twilight lilac glow.
The angelus bell peels soft and low,
The Virgin prayer at parting day,
When friars chant their ave.
… A crescent moon behind the hill,
With inner calm I stand alone,
To breathe this holy solitude
Where peace had found a home!! …