Poems (Dudley)/Inevitable

by Marion Vienna Churchill Dudley

INEVITABLE.

THERE'S no need of your voice or your presence, The moon does not bend to the sea,—Be thou true and the tides of my being Resistless, flow upward to thee;

Can an apple escape gravitation? Does earth lift her hand for the fruit?Be self-poised and compel by attraction What hides from a vulgar pursuit;

The invincible forces are patient,— No magnet runs after the steel;Let your will be supreme, and its potence, My life and my fortunes shall feel:

For the needle must dip to the pole-star, The climate encircle its zone;So the heart, through all times and conditions, Must know and will worship its own.