A Gentle Thought

A gentle thought, a moment's peace,
Doth find its way into the soul,
And bid the hurried worries cease,
And make the wounded spirit whole.
It is a balm, a soft repose,
A whisper sweet, of hope and love,
And from its depth, contentment grows,
A gift sent down from realms above.

About Sara Teasdale

American lyric poet, known for her poems on love, nature, and the feminine experience. Her work often displays a delicate and musical quality.

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