There stirs a gentle, tender breezeNear my cathedral in the trees~
Its stately aisles of living green
Have windows where lost boughs have been.
Its choristers are tuneful birds,
Sing magic music more than words;
Large congregations come to hear
The restful music and the cheer~
These woodland creatures find the ways
To pray and play and sing their praise,
Deep organ notes of wind-brought health
Are more to furry friends than wealth.
They come to gain in soul's release,
To live in love and joy and peace.
by Margaret Commer
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