And after long time reaped again and stored,
O Thou who only canst be glorified
By man’s own passion and the supreme pain,
Accept this sacrifice of blood outpoured.
[pg 70]
“Sun and Shadow and Winds of Spring”
Sun and shadow and winds of spring,
Love and laughter and hope and fame,
Cloud and storm-light over the hills,
Tears and passion and sordid shame: