Today all barriers in your garden lift! An instant and the poet in your breast Swings on the compass of the further west And you become a dream of wings that drift On upper reaches where the eye may rift Uncharted places and put earth to test. Proven--your words anchor the souls unrest. The flowering magic of the ash I sift! And now I wait,...Learn More

I note your shawl, bonnet and sturdy shoe Your dress, your swinging step, your out-stretched hand, Your forward searching eye across the land. I trace my own ancestry back through you! No longer is your figure strange and new But animated with the forms that stand Enshrined in memory,--the Mother band That followed to the west, so fine, so...Learn More

My children are my own interpreters Of this strange modern world of ours, That seems to yield no keys, no pass, no powers Into my hands, unless perchance the spurs That now and then I loan, and there occurs So grave a doubt, such hounding of the hours, I choose to trust the child, that never cowers That I may share his lot, whate'er incurs. One...Learn More

Perhaps unseeing through Mount Wilson's eye We look; beside us looms one that can see! Speechless, we leave the modern laboratory, Recalling, just a flash of truth, we sigh Confounded by the answer to our Why? No man can comprehend for certainty The workings of a soul to set life free, Because the soul is high, as heaven is high. Posterity lives in...Learn More

Thy artistry has touched all types of men And fashioned them again to forms we know So when the curtain rises 'tis as though They speak again. Father Serra then Enters Mission Walls and roses blow as when He spoke. And now I hear the voice of Romeo In gardens where our loves in May still go So plays thy voice, the harp Aeolion! Old Lear hath found...Learn More

"A dead dog speaks," so runs the preacher's text-- An ancient line of truth, a paradox, That might be listed with the line that shocks And holds our thought and some way almost next We pause and read no more until the next Head line allures. But even then truth mocks, And he who turns to question and unlocks The truth of dog and speech may use the...Learn More

There was one among them spoke as a child, Confessed he questioned what he ought to know, Some answer that true knowledge would bestow If he were ready! And in spirit mild He must have grasped the truth, for we beguiled, Stand by and marvel that so far below, Our little minds question and rarely go Along the mounting trail so strange, so wild! He...Learn More

A father is our greatest need today! For all our willful, careless venturing, But though one move and act for us,--sighing We see him not or understand the way He marks from dark to light, and still men say All, all is night! Where is the soul we sing! "Land of the Pilgrim's pride"! Better to bring A mumbled word, than no homage to pay! Yet...Learn More

Some gifts a moneyed man can buy for gold! For treasures, from your singing heart I long. O friend, now give to me your rarer song, For on that coral bank, grown slowly old Maturing beauty broods and will enfold The precious residue of dreams. No curse or wrong Has marred your gift, but strong as love is strong Your cadenced word reveals what life...Learn More

Music! When through my heart, in youth's bright morn Your flow began to surge, emotions known To that glad time found overflow in tone, You were confessional! Then overborn In tumultuous tests, with rushing wind and storm, The shell of life was hither, thither blown. Though only echoes lingered--old forms had flown-- Still melody my searching hours...Learn More

As we hear the nocturne rising once more, Flowing through unseen hands caressingly, The power of music rifts our apathy. Unvoiced longings, uncharted hopes--the store Youth yields to age, rise in the heart's deep core. Song phrasings linger still and certainly We follow up the strain and memory Recalls the way that love once sang its lore. Then the...Learn More

If from the chaos in the picture's frame, There finally emerge a figure fair, It seems a miracle the brush must dare If the creator seek for modern fame. Perhaps only an initiate dare name These half real beings,--puppets that seem to stare Out through the maze and wait for those who care Enough to recognize them without blame. So often seems the...Learn More