sentences:  There came in the shade and silence,
  The calm of a presence near,
  That stilled my pulse's throbbing,
  While my soul drew close to hear.How that Mother Spirit brooded
  Over all things, small and great,
  O'er each fragile fern and flower,
  And the pines in lofty state.Strengthened the tender seedlings,
  The tempest-torn and scarred,
  And clothed with strange new beauty
  The fallen trees, and marred.