I know a place of silence
Where one can roam about -
Touch the height of peace
And watch the morning crown.
It\'s a place well-hidden -
Where no worry survives -
Where no thoughts break in
And living hope abides -
Where seraphs may be found
And joy is my raiment -
Where clouds meet the ground
And keep the dewy haven.
It\'s under mesquite trees -
Over their medusan roots
And in mellow sun rays
And their assuring proofs.
It\'s by the pale mescals -
Under some tender stalk -
Between granite boulders
In shades of ochre and chalk
And among the cactus
That you\'ll find the place.