Here's a poem by William Quayle

I am going on my journey glad with joy from dawn to dark,
With the spirit of the morning and the carol of the lark,
I am drinking of those fountains whence the healing waters flow,
And I hear Heaven's sweetest music as along the way I go.

And my heart is full of laughter, like the singing of a psalm;
And my sky behind bends blue above me, with its winds of evening balm,
And I know not any trouble; for I have the Tempest's King
to change my winter's fury to the gladness of the Spring.

William A. Quayle

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