And golden meditation and with praise.
I'll touch them with a prayer,
To clothe my spirit as your might is clad
With all things bountiful, divine, and fair,
Yet inwardly to make me hard and true,
Wide-seeing, passionless, immutably glad,
And strong like you.
[INDIAN SUMMER]
The old grey year is near his term in sooth,
And now with backward eye and soft-laid palm