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128 — POEMS AND SONGS
In prayer together the way we wander
That leads from this to the home up yonder.
You enter in; I must journey far,
While follow psalms from the door ajar.
Good cheer! Your greeting hailed more than me,
But that in hastening you failed to see.
TO MY FATHER
(UPON HIS RETIREMENT)
Iw all the land our race was once excelling.
In richer regions it e’en now possesses
Broad seats and fruitful; but by fate’s hard stresses
Our branch was bent and bowed to blows compelling.
Now toward the light again it lifts aloft
Its top, and fresh buds crown it, fair and soft.
The flowing fountain of your faith has laved it, f
To life’s late evening thus your strength has saved it. a
As rests the race in time of chill and rigor,
And from the deeps that lie within its being
Draws to it what alone can nourish, freeing
Its powers to full prophecy of vigor, —
So I divined the unseen stir in you
Of nature’s might that you could not subdue;
It was so strong, from sire to son surviving,
In mystery mute descends this power’s striving.
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