|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Julia Caroline (Ripley) Dorr. (18251913)|
| O golden Silence, bid our souls be still,|
And on the foolish fretting of our care
Lay thy soft touch of healing unaware!
| Come, blessed Darkness, come and bring thy balm|
For eyes grown weary of the garish day!
Come with thy soft, slow steps, thy garments gray,
Thy veiling shadows, bearing in thy palm
The poppy-seeds of slumber, deep and calm.