Poem December 4, 1902 Issue

The Sky of the Heart

Maltbie D. Babcock

The Standard

A fallen leaf on a flowing stream,
And on the water a moment's gleam
Of sunshine—and the chilling gray
O'erspreads more coldly the autumn day.
And once this had brought a pang to me,
A sense of pain in my heart to see
The leafless trees and the stubble sere,
And the darkening face of the dying year.

It is not so now. My heart is glad,
Though every sight and sound is sad,
For I have come to realize
That joy depends not o the skies.
The path of my duty holds along,
Through winter's storm and springtime's song,
And cloudy the day or stormy the night,
The sky of my heart is always bright.

Maltbie D. Babcock.
In The Standard.

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