I stepped out into the cool, the velvet cool, of the night, And felt the balm of the prairie-wind on my face, And somewhere I heard the running of water, I felt the breathing of grass, And I knew, as I saw the great white stars, That the world was made for good!
"Open Water"
Arthur Stringer
Even the best day of sun and gentle wind offers no balm.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook
Here was something in her voice which soothed him, and was as cooling balm to his feverish soul, but he saw that her thoughts were again occupied with the child, and he had nothing to tell her.
"The Dead Lake and Other Tales"
Paul Heyse