'The Psalm of DISCONTENT'
Let me be happy....Let me be happy too.
Oh Wrestless soul.
Fold thy quick limbs and rest from care awhile;
Watch the great clouds in fleecy volumes roll;
The lakelet and the Sunshine seems to Smile; _
Would to God my friends were here to share my thought,
Would I could find the rest I have long sought.
Would I could speak the language of the hills....
Would their plush velvet grace I could make known.
Could I translate the talking of the reels that come from
Their crowning dimples…wander down.
I would not sing, and yet I cannot cease. I cannot murmur..
I have no peace.
`DAVID HYRUM SMITH`
