When You Are Lonely Poem by Dollie Radford

WHEN you are lonely, full of care,
Or sad with some new sorrow,
And when your tired fancy hides
The brightness of the morrow,
Ah, turn your footsteps to the woods
And meadows, where the rills,
Are quietly flowing, when the moon
And stars shine on the hills.
Upon your brow the great wise trees
Will breathe, and something sweet
Will reach you from the fragrant grass
You press beneath your feet,
And a fair spirit of the fields,
Peaceful and happy-eyed,
Will find a way into your heart,
I think, and there abide.