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  • Waiting

    From The Birmingham Age Herald, July 21, 1914. By John Burroughs.

    Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
        Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea;
    I rave no more ‘gainst time or fate,
        For lo! my own shall come to me.

    I stay my haste, I make delays,
        For what avails this eager pace?
    I stand amid the eternal ways,
        And what is mine shall know my face.

    Asleep, awake, by night or day,
        The friends I seek are seeking me;
    No wind can drive my bark astray,
        Nor change the tides of destiny.

    What matter if I stand alone?
        I wait with joy the coming years;
    My heart shall reap where it has sown,
        And garner up its fruit of tears.

    The waters know their own and draw
        The brook that springs in yonder height;
    So flows the good with equal law
        Unto the soul of pure delight.

    The stars come nightly to the sky;
        The tidal wave unto the sea;
    Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high
        Can keep my own away from me.