Sleep sweet within this Quiet room.
Let its Peace wash away
All the problems of tomorrow
and Fears of Yesterday.
Tall Pines are murmuring, soft and low--
"Wood Music" as you dream--
While at their feet, in rock and moss, --
The trickle of a stream.
From far away, faint Echoes toss
The Hermit Thrush's Lone cry.
Above the placid lakes, the stars
Keep watch as hours drift by.
At midnight mountain air stands still
O'er Forest Silence, deep --
As Heaven leans to kiss the Earth
And lulls the World to sleep.
So, close your eyes and be assured
Tomorrow will be Right.
The Heavenly Father's guarding you --
Sleep sweet! Goodnight! Goodnight!
Marion B. Tubbs
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I wonder if this Marion Tubbs is my great grandmother. My maiden name is O'Hern. I would be interested to hear more about her.
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