Dispensable
Whoever has resigned Himself to fate, will find Fate without hesitation, Accepts his resignation. –Saturday Evening Post, 1947?
Even a Hen
With eagle intrepidity, she eyes The pole that slants from gatepost to the ground, Stretches a wing in arrogant surmise, And then, defiantly, as if she frowned At danger, ventures up the pole with most Precarious balancings with claw and feather Till she attains the summit of the post, A vaster altitude, a loftier weather. […]
John Muir’s Water Ouzel
The psalmist of the waterfalls, It nests beside the mountain streams And in my musings often calls And often flashes through my dreams . . . I have not seen, I have not heard, The bird, not shall I hear or see, But Muir with many a reverent word Has loved it into life for […]