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Snyder + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: A Little Window + +Author: Jean M. Snyder + +Release Date: September 16, 2007 [EBook #22637] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A LITTLE WINDOW *** + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, Sam W. and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from scans of public domain material produced by +Microsoft for their Live Search Books site.) + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + + +<h1 style="padding-top: 3em; padding-bottom: 1.5em;">A LITTLE WINDOW</h1> + +<h2 style="padding-bottom:3em;">JEAN M. SNYDER</h2> + + +<p class="center" style="font-size: x-large"><i>A LITTLE WINDOW</i></p> + +<p class="center">VERSES BY</p> + +<p class="center" style="padding-bottom: 3em;">JEAN M. SNYDER</p> + +<p class="center" style="padding-top: 1.5em; padding-bottom: 1.5em;">“<i>In good sooth, my masters this is +no door, yet it is a little window +that looketh upon a great world.</i>”</p> + +<p class="center" style="padding-top: 3em; padding-bottom: 3em;">FOSTER & STEWART<br /> +PUBLISHING CORPORATION<br /> +<span class="smcap">Buffalo, New York</span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p>All but two of the verses in this volume +originally appeared in The Christian Science +Monitor, and are reprinted by permission.</p> + +<p>The two exceptions are “Joy” (page +<a href="#Page_46">46</a>) and “Triumph” (page <a href="#Page_49">49</a>), which +are also copyrighted and reprinted by +permission.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h2>TABLE OF CONTENTS</h2> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="60%" summary="Table of Contents"> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Stars</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">The Brook</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_8">8</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">In Eden Valley</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Benediction</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_10">10</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">A Moment</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_11">11</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">The Month of Moonlight</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Wings</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Heart’s Ease</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">The Sign Reads—“To Troutbeck”</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">I, Too</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">In Early Evening</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Fearless Winging</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_18">18</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Whimsey</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Remembering</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_20">20</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Aloofness</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Listening</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">September’s End</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Content</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_24">24</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Rhythm</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Contrast</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Surety</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Guests</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Storm</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">A Reminder</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Buffalo Harbor</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">From a Train Window</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Scotland</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Friends</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">A Poem of Color</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Dream</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Escape</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Question</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">When You Were a Little Girl</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Flight</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_44">44</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Petit Trianon</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Joy</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Twilight Song Service</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdl">Triumph</td> + <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td> + </tr> +</table> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h1 style="padding-bottom: 3em;"><i>A Little Window</i></h1> + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Stars</i></h2> + +<h3>(<i>At Locheven</i>)</h3> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Have you walked in the woods<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When twilight wraps a veil of mist<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Around the gray-green trees<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In early spring?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It is then the snow-white trillium<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gleam like stars from the carpet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of last year’s leaves:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tall white violets glow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like clouds of nebulæ along the path.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And flecked, like points of light<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the quiet pools of water<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Among the gray-green boles,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are the stars of heaven.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>The Brook</i></h2> + +<h3>(<i>Westfield, N. Y.</i>)</h3> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Curling and humming its cadences,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It slips past me under the rim of the gorge,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As I peer down through the scarlet sumacs.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sparkling in the sunlight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shimmering in the moonlight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On and on it goes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A silvery sheet of song.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>In Eden Valley</i></h2> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I saw<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A spray of orange berries etched against the silver of a stone wall:<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A scarlet vine encircling a golden sapling;<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">On the ground, a carmine robe that had slipped from the shoulders of a maple.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A sweep of meadow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A curve of bronzy hill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A glow of ruby and amethyst<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the evergreens making deep quiet spots in it.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Benediction</i></h2> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Silent, I stood in the forest—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lured by the liquid song<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of a thrush.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Clear, it was, then fading<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And softly echoed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As he slipped into the embrace<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the night.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So pure, so holy, was his song<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That my heart was calmed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I was filled<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With serenity.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>A Moment</i></h2> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The beaten silver waters cut<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By the prow of our ship,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Send off stars of phosphorous<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To vie with the stars overhead.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nothing but sky and the starlight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And a stretch of limitless sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nothing but peace and dominion,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Silence, immensity.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>The Month of Moonlight</i></h2> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Moonlight is not cold!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It is tender and benignant,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Softening all it touches,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hiding the roughness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Covering the coarseness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With a glow of silver splendor<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And a lucent flood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of beauty.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Wings</i></h2> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There come to the flowers<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In my garden<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Butterflies, golden-spotted tawny,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blue-spangled and sulphur;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Glistening dragon-flies, zooming bumble bees,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Droning honey-bees.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Softly whirring comes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The vivid humming-bird,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Sipping, sipping all day long.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At nightfall I hear the flutter of the<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Luna’s wings, as<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She caresses the velvet cheek<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the lily.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Heart’s Ease</i></h2> + +<h3><i>(Locheven)</i></h3> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I love to tread a winding path<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through the woods,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, world weary, pause upon it.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The trees bend and enclose me<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In brooding calm;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I feel the presence of Deity.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I hear the cadence of the stillness—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A stillness so alive.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The whisper of the leaves,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The song of the brook over golden stone<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The whir of a bird’s wings;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I know the presence of Deity.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>The Sign Reads—“To Troutbeck”</i></h2> + +<h3>(<i>English Lakes</i>)</h3> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">An upcurving lane, hedged high,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An ancient stile,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A rambling path,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A brook,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And musk,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Golden bells of fragrance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fusing all the odors<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of English earth.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>I, Too</i></h2> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Robin, robin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shouting your song,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your throat swelling<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With joy!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yes, I hear, I know<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What you say.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I, too,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would sing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My praise and<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gratitude<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To God!<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>In Early Evening</i></h2> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When I drive through<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The villages and the countryside<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In early evening,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And see people sitting in gardens<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or at their doors<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In peace and contentment,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I long to stop and speak to them.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They might tell me of a loved one<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Doing some great work<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In a big city,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or of a deep sorrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I might say a word<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To help lighten it.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They might show me treasured china<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or a bit of lace, handmade;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Once some one did.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I could talk with the children.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I long to do this,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But it always seems<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That there is a hurry<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To get to the next place.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Fearless Winging</i></h2> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Into Niagara’s abyss of blackness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into its cavernous chaos,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I saw birds wing.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweeping down<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through the mist<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of its mighty waters,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Undaunted by the roar,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unmindful of the churning,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the terror of its power,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On sure pinions<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And happy in flight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They dipped and soared and<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mounted, upward and upward.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into the light<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the rainbow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Above them.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Whimsey</i></h2> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In spring my hemlock<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dances gayly in flounces<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of jade green lace.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In summer moonlight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When a soft wind stirs<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She dances with a delicate sapling.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They sway and bend in the wind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bow to the trees encircling.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I hear the laughter of their leaves.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In autumn she dances<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With beech leaves in her hair,<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But in winter I have found her still,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Crouching under a blanket of snow.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Remembering</i></h2> + +<h3>(<i>Locheven</i>)</h3> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There is a spot in the woods<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That is “forever England” to me.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A clump of beech trees<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Steeped in silence,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose shade and solitude<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shuts me in with my dreams.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sunshine slants through<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their limpid leaves<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And turns them to translucent jade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Just as it does in an English spring.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Violets are there, and I pluck them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Remembering the bluebells<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the beech wood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At Sevenoaks.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Aloofness</i></h2> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Down among the docks and elevators and railroad tracks<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the way out of the city,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I pass a tiny cottage so rickety<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That its neighbors crowd close<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To hold it up. But there it is,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its one window shining clean, and glowing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With a plant in a tin can and pure white curtains.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hanging over the fence and filling the whole place<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With its beauty and almost hiding the cottage<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is a peach tree in full bloom.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the doorway I glimpse a girl<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In a purple dress.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But what matters the smoke and the noise and the fog<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the peach tree?<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Listening</i></h2> + +<h3>(<i>Eden, N. Y.</i>)</h3> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Atop Aries hill am I,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lone flyer, throbbing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Against the sunset<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is higher.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He sees more than I,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But he cannot hear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What I hear.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I hear the wood-thrush<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the veery,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Answer each other.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I hear the voices<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of happy children<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the baying of hounds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Float up from the valley;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The chirp of the cricket<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At my feet, and, then,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The silence of nightfall.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He sees more than I,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But he cannot hear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What I hear.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>September’s End</i></h2> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In the ash tree<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is a soft rustling,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lingering, like<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A silken whisper,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quite different<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than sound the other trees;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As if the bronzy leaves<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had much to say<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before they part,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And were loath<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To bid farewell.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Content</i></h2> + +<h3>(<i>Westfield, N. Y.</i>)</h3> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When I linger in my garden<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And see black swallowtails hovering<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Over white phlox and orange zinnias,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And morning glories, in a heavenly blue mass<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Surge upward on their trellis;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When I watch the scintillating humming-bird<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sip from the trumpet blossoms across my doorway,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I feel no urge of travel to behold<br /></span> +<span class="i0">More of earth’s beauty.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here in my little garden I have it all—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And here I am content.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Rhythm</i></h2> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Firelight, and strains of a symphony<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Wafting in.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Outside, bare trees<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Against leaden skies<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Weave their own music<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That throbs with the rhythm<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of the orchestra.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wind moans, and<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Strong, black branches<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Sway slowly,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Mark the beat,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Then stop.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wind hums,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Delicate, lacelike tops<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Quiver and ripple<br /></span> +<span class="i1">With the quick response<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of the violins.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With the shriek of the wind<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They writhe and toss,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Measuring the crescendo<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of the brasses.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Contrast</i></h2> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In an old world palace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Room after room<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is filled with treasures—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Old masters, jewels, glass.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet all I remember<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is the stark whiteness of a gardenia<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blowing against a wall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the fairy music of a fountain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the patio.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Surety</i></h2> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I needed the dawn, but<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My eyes beheld only clouds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And a valley filled with mists<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And a mountain shutting out the east.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I needed the dawn, so<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I could but wait.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Surely,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Slowly<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through the clouds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The light came,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a presence<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dispelling mist and cloud:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Even the mountain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Could not hide it.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My eyes beheld all clear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in the roseate glow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a diamond,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hung the morning star.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Guests</i></h2> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There was emptiness<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the birds left in the fall.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But to fill it came late butterflies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dawdling flocks of brilliant things<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In clouds of scintillating beauty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Covering every bush and flower.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As silently as they came did they disappear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in their place came the music<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the katydid and the cricket.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Day and night the cheerful songs<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of these tiny insects were our company.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span> +<span class="i0">An early blizzard<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Buried every green blade and bent to earth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Great trees and slender saplings<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Under a thick weight of snow.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To our door came the thrushes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That we thought were gone,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shy thrushes, that had turned their backs<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon us in summer and slipped<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into the depth of the woods,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And whitethroats and tree sparrows,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unafraid, waiting for food.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Even now the stillness is alive<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With the memory of these friendly folk.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Storm</i></h2> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When the storm rushes upon the deep woods,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It lets down curtains of mist<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sheets of rain, that drip<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Crystal beads among the trees.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Way above, the branches lash and moan<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And weave. Below, it is still,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still as the undersea.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soft fern and feathery bracken<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loom through the mist<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like branching coral,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And drifting leaves float down<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like snowy fishes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lazily moving.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>A Reminder</i></h2> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Down beneath the office windows<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In a chestnut clump,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A robin sings all day long,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">“Joyously, joyously!”<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Above the whir of traffic,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bands and the sirens,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Floats his song all day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">“Joyously, joyously!”<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The lilting song brings to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The peace of field and merry brook,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I myself, sing all day, too,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">“Joyously, joyously!”<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Buffalo Harbor</i></h2> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Some say that it is ugly and hurry on through,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I love these impressive symbols<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of man’s ingenuity.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here are the great grain elevators, looming<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In tones and shades of grey, veiled<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the clouds of black smoke from the<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tugs at their feet;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Puffing engines shifting strings of cars,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And huge ships nosed in against each other<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or riding at anchor, and canal boats<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In straight lines at the docks.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Farther on, across a slip, there are<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mountains of ore in reds and brown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And pile upon pile of gravel and slag,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sand in soft saffron hues,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heaped up for the steel mills to devour;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Those gigantic mills whose tall stacks<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Belch varicolored gases, against<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The deep blue of the inner harbor,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the waves pound in<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Over the sea wall.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All this cupped by the towering<br /></span> +<span class="i0">City skyscrapers, and outlined against<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The peaceful Eden hills,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Miles to the south.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when I wait for the big bridge to lift<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For a freighter with its important tugs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I pull out of line, off to the side,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And let the other cars go by,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And look, and look.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I never seem to get enough.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>From a Train Window</i></h2> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Once, before dawn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the Mohawk valley,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dots of light flashed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And floated off<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into the blackness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like sparks of flame<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blasted from the engine.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then more and more,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mile after mile,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Almost never ending—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Millions of fire-flies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like tiny torches,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dancing over swamp lands<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the night air.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Scotland</i></h2> + +<h3>(<i>The Highlands</i>)</h3> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Mountains,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Veiled in shifting vapors,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mountains,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Bleak, foreboding,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mountains,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Stark and overpowering.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Torrents,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Tumbling, crashing,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Dragging boulders<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In their rushing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lakes,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Forlorn and lonesome<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heather<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In magenta patches,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sheep, and cattle<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Black and somber,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Winding roads<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Through massive passes.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flowers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mist,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rain,—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Loved Scotland!<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Friends</i></h2> + +<h3>(<i>At Lake Windermere, England</i>)</h3> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Across the lake<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lying calm and black<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Under the night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Floats the wail<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the pipes:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And beyond, loom<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Langdale Pikes, dim,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shadowy sentinels.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Over all, the stars,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like friends, faithful<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And changeless.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>A Poem of Color</i></h2> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Stretched on the ground beneath the Hawthorn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The perfume of its blossoms mingled with falling petals, floats down to me.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Winged things alight there on the blanket of fragrance above,—a bunting, blue as the sky, a warbler, all gold, an Admiral, wings banded with crimson,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Make a poem of color of the Hawthorn tree.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Dream</i></h2> + +<h3>(<i>Stratford-on-Avon</i>)</h3> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">One warm June evening<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I sat in the churchyard<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of old Trinity. I sat there for hours<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On an ancient stone, forgetting time.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Avon, as silent as the centuries it had known,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Glided past, carrying me on with its memories.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the lush meadow across the river came the bleating of lambs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from the limes floated the song of blackbirds.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All about the scent of roses hung heavy.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then, over the roof of Trinity, the moon arose.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shakespeare saw the Avon, thus, and loved it,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Winding on in the moonlight.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Escape</i></h2> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How simple life can be!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A cabin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mountains, afar and near,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A brook,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deer, blowing at night.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perchance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rain on the roof,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The loved books,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A fire on the hearth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And endless time<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To think.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How simple life is!<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Question</i></h2> + +<h3>(<i>Locheven</i>)</h3> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Would you choose<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The formal garden<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With lilac hedges<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And vistas of velvet lawn<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And marble fountain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shining pool and<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Marble bench o’er-topped<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By drooping willow;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Massed color in trim beds,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And stately garden house<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Festooned with wisteria<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And guarded by strutting peacock?<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6">Or,<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span> +<span class="i0">The wood’s garden,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wild garden,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tumbling over itself<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With pale Jacks, and violets—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blue and gold, and<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Baby ferns, tucked<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Within sheltering gnarled roots!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And mossy mounds, starred<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With Trillium and Crane’s bill;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And patches of lavender sunlight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">(No, it’s wild Phlox,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the flickering light)—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fire-flies and flapping owls,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At twilight, and furry rabbits,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bobbing ahead up the path.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Which would you choose?<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>When You Were a Little Girl</i></h2> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When you were a little girl<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And you went driving with Grandfather,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If it rained, didn’t he braid up the horse’s tail<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Binding it round with a bright silver band,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fasten on the side curtains of the carriage<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And pull the rubber “boot” over the dashboard?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And do you remember how the horse’s feet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Went “Plop, plop,” in and out of the mud,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And you felt the mist blow in on your face<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When you managed to peer out over the curtain?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And didn’t you snuggle up close to Grandfather<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hug the Fairy Tale book<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which he was going to listen to<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the rain stopped and you lunched<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beside the road?<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Didn’t your Grandfather always drive over<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the cheese factory, and bring out<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fresh cheese curd to you?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can’t you remember the taste, even now?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sometimes, when it stormed hard, and thundered<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And lightened, and the crashing made the horse<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Want to run, wouldn’t your Grandfather always say:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">“Steady there, now, boy! Steady, boy!” so gently,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That neither you nor the horse were afraid after that<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Because Grandfather said everything was all right,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he knew. And wasn’t your Grandmother<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Waiting in the doorway, watching a bit anxiously,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until you turned into the yard?<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Mine was.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Flight</i></h2> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So still lay the city,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So very quietly it slept,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That from high in the west<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I heard the honking of geese<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Winging southward.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yearningly I listened<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As they swept over,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yearningly I cried—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O wild things, that I<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Could fly as do you!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then out of the silent darkness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a flying star,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flashed a plane<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With its skyborne humans.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all of a sudden<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I remembered that I, too,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Could take to wings.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Petit Trianon</i></h2> + +<h3>(<i>Versailles, France</i>)</h3> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When the long drawn notes of a bird’s song<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Echoes through the trees,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It brings to remembrance the songs<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the blackbirds at Petit Trianon:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Chiming, reverberating, floating down<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the tops of the tall cedars<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As from an invisible, celestial choir.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Nor can I forget the ages-old wisteria<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Clambering over gray palace walls,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor the gamut of color in the azaleas there—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pink, orange, cerise, yellow—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In pale green foliage.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Joy</i></h2> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When your heavens are as brass<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And joy has fled, and<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Every door is shut,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Do not forget the one<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That opens inward—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The door of your heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose handle is on the inside<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And which only you can open.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Go out through that door<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And find one whose skies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are darker than yours,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose burden is heavier;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bring him back with you<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into your heart.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span> +<span class="i0">There can you cleanse him with love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And clothe him with garments of truth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And put the ring of his unity<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With God upon his hand;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There feed him with the word,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And let him go.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then will your heavens be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As radiant light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And your happiness and joy<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such as never were<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On land or sea.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Twilight Song Service</i></h2> + +<h3>(<i>“B.A.” Chestnut Hill, Mass.</i>)</h3> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In the deepening twilight there floats<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the chapel above, the loved hymns of healing—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hymns of comfort, of courage, welling up from grateful hearts<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bringing reassurance of God’s power<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To one who listens below in silent prayer and praise.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Great peace of God, be with us all!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Great peace of God encompass us!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Speak to the waves tonight, Father, that they stand.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stretch forth Thy hand and stay their power,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Calm them, that they overwhelm not.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For Thy voice is “mightier than the noise of many waters,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yea, than the mighty waves of the sea.”<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This Thou canst do, O my God.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Triumph</i></h2> + + +<div class="cpoem"> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">These are they, O God,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who came out of great tribulation<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And have washed their robes white.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh, holy triumph of those<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who have endured the fire<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the tempest’s rage and, delivered,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stand exalted in this very hour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Purged, sanctified, and satisfied.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These are they who have surrendered<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All the vanities of mortal selfhood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And serve Thee<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Day and night in Thy temple,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lifting others to behold<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The tearless, ageless, deathless reality<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Thy glory.<br /></span> +</div> +</div> +</div> + + + +<div class="bbox"> +<p><b>Transcriber's Note</b></p> + +<p>Minor typographic errors have been corrected without note.</p> +</div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of A Little Window, by Jean M. 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