Hushed is the buzz of the noisy world
By George Gissing
Hushed is the buzz of the noisy world,
Gently each bird to its home is flitting,
The flags o’er the sun’s bright path are furled,
Soon will each flower with the dew be pearled
As asleep it lies unwitting.
Spell-bound is the ever-whispering air,
For, gazing aloft where the stars are peeping
In this holy silence everywhere
Tired Nature speaks in a fervent prayer
To Him who protects her sleeping.
