MARGARITAE SORORI by William Ernest Henly

A late lark twitters from the quiet skies;
And from the west,
Where the sun, his day’s work ended,
Lingers as in content,
There falls on the old, grey city
An influence luminous and serene,
A shining peace.

The smoke ascends
In a rosy-and golden haze. The spires
Shine, and are changed. In the valley
Shadows rise. The lark sings on. The sun,
Closing his benediction,
Sinks, and the darkening air
Thrills with a sense of the triumphing night -
Night with her train of stars
And her great gift of sleep.

So be my passing!
My task accomplished and the long day done,
My wages taken, and in my heart
Some late lark singing,
Let me be gathered to the quiet west,
The sundown splendid and serene,
Death.

After President Obama’s 400 plus eloquent speeches from his TOTUS, innumerable, irrational talk fests and a claim that he has a ‘gift,’ I submit the above poem as a quiet, calming soothing, ‘devoutly-to-be wished’ analgesic. The beauty in Henley’s choice and placement of words. The rhythm and cadence of his progressive thought. Alliteration on the s sound. The images evoked leading up to the fit and permanent peace. Eat your heart out and cover your ears Obama, the author of the above poem does possess a gift. Henley makes a quiet death appealing. God grants a peaceful death to his faithful ones. God granted peace to the victims of the Holocaust, aptly commemorated a couple days ago. May God grant us weary citizens serene rest from Obama’s insane labors.