The Paulsen Place
Under a sheltering white oak on the San Antonio River, a weary pilgrim finds the Paulsen Place — and peace for a tired soul.
The Paulsen Place
On the San Antonio River,
Close to the mountain’s base,
Under a sheltering white oak,
Nestles the Paulsen Place.
Here, like a weary Pilgrim,
In search of a worthy goal,
Came one, who was ever seeking
Peace for a tired soul.
He heard the birds notes mingle
In tranquil lullaby,
The south wind whispered softly
“The peace you seek is nigh”.
The grey leaved river willows
In solemn welcome nod,
And the murmur of the water
Is like the voice of God.
The fleecy clouds float lightly
O’er Santa Lucia’s crest—
The blue peak stands forever,
Reflecting tranquil rest.
Then came a thought and lingered
Within the Pilgrims heart,
“Here, I shall build a haven
For all who dwell apart.
Nor lock nor key be fitted
That all who enter through
May warm the at the hearthside,
And breath of life anew.”
And even so it happened,
And many are they, who tell
Of finding sanctuary
Where the Pilgrim built so well.
Mabel E. Plaskett.