A Quiet Soul
by John Oldham (1653-1683)

Thy soul within such silent pomp did keep,
As if humanity were lull’d asleep;
So gentle was thy pilgrimage beneath,
      Time’s unheard feet scarce make less noise,
      Or the soft journey which a planet goes:
Life seem’d all calm as its last breath.
      A still tranquillity so hush’d thy breast,
            As if some Halcyon were its guest,
            And there had built her nest;
It hardly now enjoys a greater rest.

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