The Silences

I left the throbbing city's thundering mart
For the great patience that the hills impart,
For the white quiet of the steadfast hills (O the great hills' deep heart!)

I left the clamor of the world: I flew
Back to the olden peace I onetime knew,
Back to the waiting restfulness, back to the heart of you!

by Charles Hanson Towne

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