 | Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge |  |
WRITTEN ON THE ROAD.
Out in the sunshine fair and free,
Flecked by the blossoming, re-born tree,
Bathed in the pale, pure light of Spring,
While men look up, and the glad birds sing,—
There, dear friend, let thy reck'ning be,
So let thy birthdays come to thee!
Flecked by the blossoming, re-born tree,
Bathed in the pale, pure light of Spring,
While men look up, and the glad birds sing,—
There, dear friend, let thy reck'ning be,
So let thy birthdays come to thee!
Firm as the tall, brave trunks around;
Full of life as the flower-full ground;
Free as the boughs that sweep the blue;
Bright as the violet's sudden hue;—
So let thy life-long reck'ning be,
So let thy birthdays come to thee!
Full of life as the flower-full ground;
Free as the boughs that sweep the blue;
Bright as the violet's sudden hue;—
So let thy life-long reck'ning be,
So let thy birthdays come to thee!
It was cool and gray in the twilight morn—
A prophecy sweetest—when thou wast born;
And if daylight gathered a cloud or two
That floated beside thee when life was new,
Thy noon will be sunny and clear, I know,
And holy and peaceful thine evening glow:
For good and true shall thy reck'ning be
Till all thy birthdays are come to thee.
A prophecy sweetest—when thou wast born;
And if daylight gathered a cloud or two
That floated beside thee when life was new,
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And holy and peaceful thine evening glow:
For good and true shall thy reck'ning be
Till all thy birthdays are come to thee.
| Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge | |