[Written for the Sentinel.]


I hear the calling of clarion voices,
I feel the sweeping of wings,
And the radiant heart of me, leaping, rejoices
And clearly, triumphantly sings.

Peace and plenty in orchard and wildwood,
Music in garden and lea;
And a prayer that I lost in the kingdom of childhood
Comes trustingly back to me.

I greet to the westward a glimmering meadow,
Dewy and placid and cool,
Where willow and alder weave wonderful shadow
By the banks of a berylline pool;

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January 13, 1912

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