With bells that chime against the winds of spring?
Does memory move her when the blue birds sing,
Or does she feel the old sweet pulses stir?
The organ lays its voice across our strife.
What is it that the sobbing notes would say?
For you and me, my heart, another day!
For her—the Resurrection and the Life!
MY COMRADE CANOE
TRUE comrade, we have tasted life together;