FOUR-LEAF CLOVER
I know a place where the sun is like gold.
And the cherry blooms burst with snow,
And down underneath is the loveliest nook.
Where the four-leaf clovers grow.
One leaf is for hope, and one is for faith.
And one is for love, you know,
And God put another in for luck—
If you search, you will find where they grow.
But you must have hope, and you must have faith.
You must love and be strong—and so—
If you work, if you wait, you will find the place
Where the four-leaf cloven grow.
THE RHODODENDRON BELLS
Across the warm night's subtle dusk,
Where linger yet the purple light
And perfume of the wild, sweet musk—
So softly glowing, softly bright.
Tremble the rhododendron bells.
The rose-pink rhododendron bells.
Tall, slender trees of evergreen
That know the moist winds of the sea,
And narrow leaves of satin's sheen.
And clusters of sweet mystery—
Mysterious rhododendron bells,
Rare crimson rhododendron bells.
O harken—hush! And lean thy ear,
Tuned for an elfin melody.
And tell me now, dost thou not hear
Those voices of pink mystery—
Voices of silver-throated bells.
Of breathing, rhododendron bells?
SUNRISE ON THE WILLAMETTE
The sun sinks downward thro' the silver mist
That looms across the valley, fold on fold,
And sliding thro' the fields that dawn has kissed,
Willamette sweeps, a chain of liquid gold.
