Dear Child, your groping mind seeks far and true:
Mankind and Nature,—all "want to wonder" too.
Frederic A. Whiting
FROM A CAR-WINDOW
Pines, and a blur of lithe young grasses;
Gold in a pool, from the western glow;
Spread of wings where the last thrush passes—
And thoughts of you as the sun dips low.
Quiet lane, and an irised meadow ...
(How many summers have died since then?) ...
I wish you knew how the deepening shadow
Lies on the blue and green again!
Dusk, and the curve of field and hollow
Etched in gray when a star appears:
Sunset,... twilight,... and dark to follow,...
And thoughts of you thro' a mist of tears.
Ruth Guthrie Harding
SONG OF THE WEARY TRAVELLER
I am weary. I would rest
On the wide earth's swelling breast,
Nurtured by the quiet sod
Where the fragrant dew has trod,
Soothed by all the winds that pass,
Hearing voices in the grass
Of the little insect things
Happier than the mightiest kings!