- VIOLA MEAKIN
My heart is like a little lake,
Sun kissed and laughing in the light.
With full brimmed banks, whose rushes shake
With mirthful murmurs day and night.
Whose breeze-blown waters flow before
To lap the wild wooded shore
With little gurgles og delight.
So may my soul, when days are gray,
Reflect the smile of God and men,
Though sorrow may upstir the day.
By waters wide of lake and fen.
So may I face the winds of fate
With joyous faith articulate
And ripple into laughter then.