Tide me with your blessings, of the ordinary kind,
To know the sun and seasons, glimpses of you, I find.
Promptings of the spirit, let the earthly, leave behind,
Then home among the flowers, to bed, at last, recline.
~ D.F.
Tide me with your blessings, of the ordinary kind,
To know the sun and seasons, glimpses of you, I find.
Promptings of the spirit, let the earthly, leave behind,
Then home among the flowers, to bed, at last, recline.
~ D.F.
