Where Thy Heart Finds Rest

When weary stars had closed their eyes,
and silent winds did cease to roam,
two wandering hearts found gentle skies,
and made a little world their home.

No crown nor treasure could compare,
no song the sweetest tongue could sing,
to find one soul forever there,
where tired hearts find sheltering.

For love is not the thunder’s cry,
nor flames that burn and fade away;
it is the quiet by thy side,
where even silence knows thy name.

And if the years should steal the bloom,
and time should turn the night to grey,
may this small moment still remain —
a place where two hearts chose to stay.