And O! the east wind carries
Upon its scented sail,
The tho’t of pink arbutus
In some secluded vale.
And how I’d like to gather
When winds are in the west,
A brace of orange blossoms
To hold against my breast.
But O! I love the south wind
That breathes across the loam,
For O! the tender south wind
Just whispers dear “come home!”
Friend
LAST night when I was watching shadows lengthen
From twilight into deeper, darker lines,
The lazy river caught my little boat dear,
And swept it in among the clinging vines.
And somehow in the mirror of the current
I saw your kindly face look back at me.
Then I reached my eager hands toward you
As one would do to friends across the sea.
Friend O! mine, don’t think that I’ve forgotten,
Tho’ parted now by many a weary mile.
In every little pool I see reflected,
Your eyes forever tender with a smile
And someday when GOD calls me from my dreaming
And draws me from life’s loneliness apart,
I’ll carry all these things that I remember—
About you, up to heaven in my heart.
Humility
I HAVE come a long way
Over sea and sod.
I found nothing small as me,
Nothing great as GOD.