That shone through temple gates or prison bars,
Or to the body nailed upon the tree,
Through each mean action of the life that is,
The marvel of the Life that yet shall be.
TO A MOCKING-BIRD IN CALIFORNIA
By John Milton Scott
(Written expressly for this Reader)
“Gertie! Gertie! Gertie!” “Peter! Peter! Peter!”
In the morn when wings are fleeter,
In the noon when skies are bright