A Word In Season

THIS is a day the Lord hath made."--Thus spake

The good religious heart, unstained, unworn,

Watching the golden glory of the morn.--

Since, on each happy day that came to break

Like sunlight o'er this silent life of mine,

Yea, on each beauteous morning I saw shine,

I have remembered these your words, rejoiced

And been glad in it. So, o'er many-voiced

Tumultuous harmonies of tropic seas,

Which chant an everlasting farewell grand

Between ourselves and you and the old land,

Receive this token: many words chance-sown

May oftentimes have taken root and grown,

To bear food fruit perennially, like these.