. Blood for blood; a legend of the "big elm tree,". no THE MORNING OF IMMORTALITY As one who sits alone on frowning cliffAnd looks across the ever-moaning sea At ships that drop from sight-As one who bends the knee When stars come out at night And belfry bells are calling you and me— As one who sees the flight of birdsWhen winter comes apace— As one who gazes lovingly and lastUpon his mothers face— So Age sits on the summit of the years, And listens to the curfew calling him to rest. Complacently he hears the folding wings of time,And falls to sleep upon his mothers breast. And while one curta

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. Blood for blood; a legend of the "big elm tree,". no THE MORNING OF IMMORTALITY As one who sits alone on frowning cliffAnd looks across the ever-moaning sea At ships that drop from sight-As one who bends the knee When stars come out at night And belfry bells are calling you and me— As one who sees the flight of birdsWhen winter comes apace— As one who gazes lovingly and lastUpon his mothers face— So Age sits on the summit of the years, And listens to the curfew calling him to rest. Complacently he hears the folding wings of time,And falls to sleep upon his mothers breast. And while one curtain drops, another lifts, and lo!The rising sun and City Beautiful appear— And, radiant with immortal youth, he says:Dear Lord, Im here. in. 112 Hopeful and happy are they who sing, Who look ahead to the wedding ring, And mint and cummin and anise bring. These live not zvhere the shadows fall On broken column and ruined wall, But out in the meadows of new-mown hay, Where the lark soars upward and sings all day. 3

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