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Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California, U.S.A. · Sep 16, 1930

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 57, No. 36.

Quiet Places

By Eleanor Baldwin

I HAVE a need in me for quiet places, For sandy headlands and the tranquil sea, The far dim arc where the horizon traces The blend of finite with infinity.

I have a need in me for inland rivers, And high, green pastures spread along the hills, The mountain wind, and the clean sun that quivers Like golden rain across the little rills.

I have a need in me for grazing cattle, One skimming bird, one church spire in the trees, One peaceful farm, the shrill, sweet, rippling prattle Of children, and the murmuring of bees.

I have a need in me for all things holy, The stir of God in ocean and in wood, Where evil slips away, and surely, slowly, The closed heart opens to the homing good.

—Eleanor Baldwin, in the Christian Advocate.