I FOUND A PATH OF BLUEBELLS

MARY J. ELMENDORF.

I Found a path of bluebells
A-winding through my thought:
The winter's frosty presence
Its russet robes had brought
To fold the trembling grasses
And mantle tree and hill;
Yet there, amid the grayness,
The sudden gusts and chill,
Amid the lonely grayness
Where borean banners waved,
I found a path of summer
With blue of summer paved.

I did an act of kindness,
Though hard it was to do;
I gave another's longing
The very best I knew;
And, somehow, all the shadows
That wrinkled heart or brow
Were smoothed away in sunshine:
And that, I think, is how
My day was filled with singing,
And how, when self was fought,
I found a path of bluebells
A-winding through my thought.