I know a place of silence

I know a place of silence

Where one can roam about -

Touch the height of peace

And watch the morning crown.

It's a place well-hidden -

Where no worry survives -

Where no thoughts break in

And living hope abides -

Where seraphs may be found

And joy is my raiment -

Where clouds meet the ground

And keep the dewy haven.

It's under mesquite trees -

Over their medusan roots

And in mellow sun rays

And their assuring proofs.

It's by the pale mescals -

Under some tender stalk -

Between granite boulders

In shades of ochre and chalk

And among the cactus

That you'll find the place.