Last Verse for “Repton” 13 April, 201616 September, 2015 by opendiapason Breathe through the heats of our desire thy coolness and thy balm; let sense be dumb, let flesh retire; speak through the earthquake, wind and fire, O still small voice of calm, O still small voice of calm. J G Whittier Read moreLast Verse for “Repton”
