Lines on a Picture by Mary Gow

O whirling World! I know a corner still

Unsoiled by Hate and Strife:

Where hushed and gentle is the voice of Life:

Where Time — a summer rill

Soft-flowing through the grass — in measure slow

Sings sweetly as we go.

Here is a room wherein the white day gleams:

Silence o'er Peace has spread her pearly wings:

A smiling woman reads of simple things:

A child's blue eyes are blinded by their dreams....