To Beam Anon by Gregg Hake
O’ to be free and beam anon
Agin’ the cold and dewy air
To see both woes and worries gone
And intone a morning prayer.
To find the means to live at peace
Is man’s highest earthly trial.
Amidst the strife and life’s caprice
He must discern it without guile.
The hush of which I speak today
Is not evinced by wile or wit.
It is not born in love’s dismay,
Nor can man of himself acquit.
Let peace and truth be in your days
From perfect love in all your ways.