A patch of meadow & upland Reached by a mile of road, Soothed by the voice of waters, With birds & flowers bestowed. This is my book of Chronicles, Code, Psalter, lexicon, My Genesis & calendar I read it as I run. It is my consolation In mild or poignant grief, My park & my gymnasium, My out-of-door relief. I come to it for strength, Which it can well supply, For Love draws might from terrene force And potences of sky. The tremulous battery, earth, Responds to touch of man, It thrills to the antipodes, From Boston to Japan. The planets' child the planet knows And to his joy replies; To the lark's trill unfolds the rose, Clouds flush their gayest dyes. When Ali prayed & loved Where Syrian waters roll, Upward the ninth heaven thrilled & moved At the tread of the jubilant soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESOLATE FIELD by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS BABY BELL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A MOTHER TO HER SICK CHILD by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES MOTHER NATURE by EMILY DICKINSON THE PITY OF IT by THOMAS HARDY AFAR IN THE DESERT by THOMAS PRINGLE ADDRESS TO THE MUMMY AT BELZONI'S EXHIBITION by HORACE SMITH |