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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
REFUGE, by ANNIE I. MUZZEY
First Line: Upon the tumult of the toiling street
Last Line: Becomes once more an upward shining way.
Subject(s): Refugees
First Line: Upon the tumult of the toiling street
Last Line: Becomes once more an upward shining way.
Subject(s): Refugees
UPON the tumult of the toiling street
A sudden hush of silence softly falls,
And through the avenue of burning walls
A cooling current wanders, fresh and sweet.
Above me bend the deep eternal skies,
To whose wide spaces my cramped thoughts may rise;
Upon my face the mountain breezes blow;
Through odorous woods the living waters flow;
Far off I hear the organ of the sea,
Chanting its psalm of power and peace to me;
In soundless waves I plunge my fevered life,
And rise refreshed, and freed from vexing strife.
Back to the heat and burden of the day
My soul comes, joyful that its human lot,
Transformed and lifted by a winged thought,
Becomes once more an upward shining way.
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