Category: Poetry
To the mother who bore my body; To the land that mothered my soul; To the Ultimate Guide who led me Scarred through the battle, but whole; Mother, and Land, and The Vision, Stern trails where my feet were set; Take these from the Price I owe ye-- Whose life is less than the Debt.
To the mother who bore my body; To the land that mothered my soul; To the Ultimate Guide who led me Scarred through the battle, but whole; Mother, and Land, and The Vision, Ster...
2. Part 2Velvet-soft and glad and tender goes the night wind down the cañons, Touching lightly every petal, rocking leaf and bud and nest; Whispering secrets to the black bees dozing in...
3. Part 3Behind in the smelter vast and dim The beat of the great blasts called to him, And deep in the throat of the furnace glowed The molten ore on its fiery road; Soon to flow in a g...
4. Part 4Nine hundred men in buckskin, in patches and in tatters; Lean and hungry as the deserts we had traversed wearily; But little versed in pipe clay, in gold lace and such matters--...
5. Part 5Yer _chaps_ is froze to the saddle skirts an’ the froth on yer bridle white, An’ the sigh ye let it ain’t no bluff when that camp-fire heaves in sight; An’ ye see him grab up th...
6. Part 6Friend, friend, I seek thee; holding that high quest Better than all earth’s finding. Go thy way Swift and unhindered under thine own star; Along whatever way thy feet must take...
7. Part 7Said the priest: “Man is the flower Of creation’s natal hour; He earth’s lord--and yet earth’s sorrow Presseth him, till he must borrow Joy from some half-guessed tomorrow-- If...
8. Part 8When the bright sunrise slants across the hills And every peak is like a golden tower Where some glad face looks East to meet the day, My heart leaps strong with thankfulness fo...