Selections from the American Poets/To ---

TO ——.

Oh, pure and gentle ones, within your ark
    Securely rest!
Blue be the sky above; your quiet bark
    By soft winds bless'd!

Still toil in duty and commune with Heaven,
    World-wean'd and free:
God to his humblest creatures room has given,
    And space to be.

Space for the eagle in the vaulted sky
    To plume his wing;
Space for the ringdove by her young to lie,
    And softly sing.

Space for the sunflower, bright with yellow glow,
    To court the sky;
Space for the violet, where the wild woods grow,
    To live and die.

Space for the ocean, in its giant might,
    To swell and rave;
Space for the river, tinged with rosy light,
    Where green banks wave.

Space for the sun, to tread his path in might
    And golden pride;
Space for the glow-worm, calling, by her light,
    Love to her side.

Then, pure and gentle ones, within your ark
    Securely rest!
Blue be the skies above, and your still bark
    By kind winds bless'd.