THE MOUNTAIN TO THE PINE
Thou tall, majestic monarch of the wood,
That standeth where no wild vines dare to creep,
Men call thee old, and say that thou hast stood
A century upon my rugged steep;
Yet unto me thy life is but a day,
When I recall the things that I have seen,—
The forest monarchs that have passed away
Upon the spot where first I saw thy green;
For I am older than the age of man,
Or all the living things that crawl or creep,
Or birds of air, or creatures of the deep;
I was the first dim outline of God's plan,—
Only the waters of the restless sea
And the infinite stars in heaven are old to me.
That standeth where no wild vines dare to creep,
Men call thee old, and say that thou hast stood
A century upon my rugged steep;
Yet unto me thy life is but a day,
When I recall the things that I have seen,—
The forest monarchs that have passed away
Upon the spot where first I saw thy green;
For I am older than the age of man,
Or all the living things that crawl or creep,
Or birds of air, or creatures of the deep;
I was the first dim outline of God's plan,—
Only the waters of the restless sea
And the infinite stars in heaven are old to me.
JUNE AND OCTOBER
June and October come to us and reign,
Abide with us through all the changing year
And make this earth more fair, this life more dear,
Let summer sunlight flood each darksome plain,
Let autumn glory deck each lonely lane,
And all the world be filled with songs of cheer,
Till life shall be too full for doubt and fear.
Abide with us through all the changing year
And make this earth more fair, this life more dear,
Let summer sunlight flood each darksome plain,
Let autumn glory deck each lonely lane,
And all the world be filled with songs of cheer,
Till life shall be too full for doubt and fear.
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