Music of whispering trees  
Hushed by a broad-winged breeze  
Where shaken water gleams;  
And evening radiance falling  
With reedy bird-notes calling. 
O bear me safe through dark, you low-voiced streams.  
 
I have no need to pray  
That fear may pass away;  
I scorn the growl and rumble of the fight  
That summons me from cool 
Silence of marsh and pool  
And yellow lilies islanded in light
O river of stars and shadows, lead me through the night.