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.

-- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow