And so I find it well to come
For deeper rest to this still room;
For here the habit of the soul
Feels less the outer world’s control,
And from the silence multiplied
By these still forms on every side,
The world that time and sense has known
Falls off and leaves us God alone.
For the Flower room, Canon Langbridge’s delightful book, _Restful
Thoughts for Dusty Ways_, supplied me with a verse:—