A MEMORY
A rich rare grace green fields o'erspread— Bird notes rang clear—the dew Sun-kissed at morn threw back the charms Given to earth by you. On those first days we braved the maze Of life's old things and new.
Earth, air and sky bent to our wills And moved in unison With all the present's store of bliss And all yet to be won: Then the heart's beat and striving feet Heeded life's call as one.
The low dull hum of deadening things Reached not our fair demesne, Dwellers of earth we lived apart In a fair world serene, Where cares like swift sea-seeking streams Love's fingers slipped between.