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　　：The Way

　　At first a mere thread of a footpath half blotted

　　out by the grasses

　　Sweeping triumphant across it, it wound between hedges of roses

　　Whose blossoms were poised above leaves as pond lilies float on

　　the water,

　　While hidden by bloom in a hawthorn a bird filled the morning with

　　singing.

　　It widened a highway, majestic, stretching ever

　　to distant horizons,

　　Where shadows of tree-branches wavered, vague outlines invaded by

　　sunshine;

　　No sound but the wind as it whispered the secrets of earth to the

　　flowers,

　　And the hum of the yellow bees, honey-laden and dusty with pollen.

　　And Summer said, "Come, follow onward, with no thought save the

　　longing

　　to wander,

　　The wind, and the bees, and the flowers, all singing the great song

　　of Nature,

　　Are minstrels of change and of promise, they herald the joy of the

　　Future."

　　Later the solitude vanished, confused and distracted

　　the road

　　Where many were seeking and jostling. Left behind were

　　the trees

　　and the flowers,

　　The half-realized beauty of quiet, the sacred unconscious communing.

　　And now he is come to a river, a line of gray, sullen water,

　　Not blue and splashing, but dark, rolling somberly on to the ocean.

　　But on the far side is a city whose windows flame gold in the sunset.

　　It lies fair and shining before him, a gem set betwixt sky and water,

　　And spanning the river a bridge, frail promise to longing desire,

　　Flung by man in his infinite courage, across the stern force of

　　the water;

　　And he looks at the river and fears, the bridge is so slight,

　　yet he ventures

　　His life to its fragile keeping, if it fails the waves will engulf

　　him.

　　O Arches! be strong to uphold him, and bear him across to the city,

　　The beautiful city whose spires still glow with the fires of sunset!

　　：Loon Point

　　Softly the water ripples

　　Against the canoe's curving side,

　　Softly the birch trees rustle

　　Flinging over us branches wide.

　　Softly the moon glints and glistens

　　As the water takes and leaves,

　　Like golden ears of corn

　　Which fall from loose-bound sheaves,

　　Or like the snow-white petals

　　Which drop from an overblown rose,

　　When Summer ripens to Autumn

　　And the freighted year must close.

　　From the shore come the scents of a garden,

　　And between a gap in the trees

　　A proud white statue glimmers

　　In cold, disdainful ease.

　　The child of a southern people,

　　The thought of an alien race,

　　What does she in this pale, northern garden,

　　How reconcile it with her grace?

　　But the moon in her wayward beauty

　　Is ever and always the same,

　　As lovely as when upon Latmos

　　She watched till Endymion came.

　　Through the water the moon writes her legends

　　In light, on the smooth, wet sand;

　　They endure for a moment, and vanish,

　　And no one may understand.

　　All round us the secret of Nature

　　Is telling itself to our sight,

　　We may guess at her meaning but never

　　Can know the full mystery of night.

　　But her power of enchantment is on us,

　　We bow to the spell which she weaves,

　　Made up of the murmur of waves

　　And the manifold whisper of leaves.