Poems (Clark)/Types
TYPES
Only a little crossOf forest nurtured moss, Gray, brown and green—With here a gleam of gold,While there in dainty fold, Like fairy blossoms, scarlet tips are seen.
Only a simple wreath,Clasping the cross beneath,— Immortelles fair;Holding in fadeless hueThe summer's sun and dew, Bright living thanks for heaven's loving care.
Only a little life,Wherein a constant strife Is waged with sin,With evils which allure,—With thoughts and aims impure,— That the whole soul grow undefiled within.
Often in humble ways,Kind deeds unknown to praise Brighten a cross,That casts its tear-marked shadeWhere some life-hope is laid,— Some burden newly raised, some gold proved dross.
Kind deeds, like flowers fair,Should help with loving care To soothe each loss;Then would life's common wayFind round its brown and gray Love's fair immortelles wreathing every cross.