The Winds a Carol Murmur

This one she wrote on the
death of her husband, Van.

The winds a carol murmur, soft and low,
While silver stars, that gem the arch of night
In answering tones, repeat the choral strain:
Sleep on, O Minstrel, calm be thy repose;

Pure as thy spirit, guileless as thy heart,
May golden dreams of past and future years,
Of deeds accomplished, laurels nobly won,
Beguile thy slumber with their magic power,

And bear thee onward to the classic vales,
Where thou in thought hast wandered o'er and o'er,
Hast laved thy brow in sweet Arcadian springs,
And caught the music of Apollo's lyre:

Sleep on, O Minstrel, angels guard thy rest,
Till in her chariot drawn by flaming steeds
Comes the fair goddess of the blushing morn,
And in her beauty smiling bids thee wake.

(contributed by lisa ann moss degrenia)