PEBBLES AND SHELLS
EROSION
Even the little waves that idly dance
Against the cliff, will crumble it to sand;
And so, with ceaseless toil, the slightest hand
May wear away the walls of circumstance.
Even the little waves that idly dance
Against the cliff, will crumble it to sand;
And so, with ceaseless toil, the slightest hand
May wear away the walls of circumstance.
THE AFTERGLOW
After the day is done, the passing light
Sheddeth a halo round the feet of night;
So, after death, a noble life may shed
Soft radiance where they that live must tread.
After the day is done, the passing light
Sheddeth a halo round the feet of night;
So, after death, a noble life may shed
Soft radiance where they that live must tread.
NATURE'S PALACE
What courts of stone can match the deep green wood
Where verdant oaks and maples spreading meet,
With ferns, and flowers, and mosses for the feet,
And for man's din, sweet Nature's solitude.
What courts of stone can match the deep green wood
Where verdant oaks and maples spreading meet,
With ferns, and flowers, and mosses for the feet,
And for man's din, sweet Nature's solitude.
THE LANGUAGE OF THE LEAVES
When in the deep green woods I i1dly walk,
And all the little leaves begin to talk
Among the branches of the forest trees,—
I think how filled is earth with mysteries.
When in the deep green woods I i1dly walk,
And all the little leaves begin to talk
Among the branches of the forest trees,—
I think how filled is earth with mysteries.
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