Gentle Things

Like Gen­tle Things

I like gen­tle, stead­fast things,

Stars that twin­kle in the night,

Happy, balmy days of spring,

Moon that sheds a mel­low light,

Gen­tle eyes of heaven’s blue,

The quiet of a calm brow,

A kind heart that’s ever true,

Promises that need no vow,

And love that lingers on

Till life itself is gone.

by Arthur Sweet (Carla Chlou­bers father, my grandfather)