I turn the lea-green down
Gaily now,
And paint the meadow brown
With my plough.
I dream with silvery gull
And brazen crow.
A thing that is beautiful
I may know.
Tranquillity walk with me
And no care
O, the quiet ecstasy
Like a prayer.
I find a star- lovely art
In a dark sod
Joy that is timeless!
O heart that knows god!
Gráinne Campion 