Music Of Whispering Trees Hushed By The Broad-Winged Breeze Where Shaken Water Gleams; And Evening Radiance Falling With Reedy Bird-Notes Calling. O Bear Me Safe Through Dark, You Low-Voiced Streams. I Have No Need To Pray That Fear May Pass Away; I Scorn The Growl And Rumble Of The Fight That Summons Me From Cool Silence Of Marsh And Pool, And Yellow Lilies Islanded In Light. O River Of Stars And Shadows, Lead Me Through The Night. June 25Th, 1916.