A little bit of a ramble...

I read this poem last night and a few of the lines brought some one to mind.
So I thought I would share it.

   From "The Day is Done" by Longfellow

"Read from some humbler poet,
   Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
   Or tears from the eyelids start;

Who, through long days of labor,
   And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
   Of wonderful melodies.

Such songs have power to quiet
   The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
   That follows after prayer."