BIRTHRIGHT

My own, among the unnumbered years

God casts from that full Garner which

Is His Eternity one shall

Be ours, beyond all fate or fears.

For, ranging lone amid its thorns.

Seeking the buds that grew between,

We met and made its morning seem

New in a world grown old to morns.

And so tho He may scatter still

Many a fadeless other round,

In none, for us shall there be found

That first awakening and thrill.

But as in peace we tread Love's Land,

To which it gave us right of birth,

We shall remember that New Earth

Came when we first walked hand in hand.