Where E'er You Walk

Where e'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade,
Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade,
Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade.

Where e'er you tread, the blushing flower shall rise,
And all things flourish, and all things flourish,
Where e'er you turn your eyes, where e'er you turn your eyes,
Where e'er you turn your eyes.

Some things just have to be written down right away, so you don't forget them, and this is one of them! A beautiful poem/song from George Frederick Handel's 'Semele'. I heard it today and wondered at the heart of the one who wrote these beautiful words. He must have loved deeply.