When trouble stalks and walks with me

Then shall I run to my love the tree,

And lean to her my wearied head.

The last word drops from my mind unsaid,

While rending struggles all unwind.

My heart to hers I closely bind

Till through me all her strength doth flow

Into the arid spaces of my soul.

Then up leaps my heart on the winds as they blow.

Peace enters the soul as we reach our goal.