My Day: Reminiscences of a Long Life

I stood at dawn by a limitless sea And watched the rose creep over the gray; Till the heavens were a glowing canopy! This was my day!

The pale stars stole away, one by one— Like sensitive souls from the presence of Pride: The moon hung low, looking back, as the sun Rose over the tide.

And he, like a King, came up from the Sea! He opened my rose—unfettered my song— And quickened a heart to be true to me All the day long.

The soul that was born of a song and flower Of tender dawn-flush, and shadowy gray, Was strengthened by Love for a bitter hour That chilled my day.

I had dwelt in the garden of the Lord! I had gathered the sweets of a summer day: I was called to stand where a flaming sword Turned every way.

It spared not the weak—nor the strong—nor the dear; And following fast, like a phantom band, Famine and Fever and shuddering Fear Swept o'er the land.

They whispered that Hope, the angel of light, Would spread her white wings and speed her away; But she folded me close in my longest night And darkest day.

As of old, when the fire and tempest had passed, And an earthquake had riven the rocks, the Word In a still small voice rose over the blast— The Voice of the Lord.

And the Voice said: "Take up your lives again! Quit yourselves manfully! Stand in your lot! Let the Famine, the Fever, the Peril, the Pain, Be all forgot!

"Weep no more for the lovely, the brave, The young head pillowed on a blood-stained sod; The daisy that grows on the soldier's grave Looks up to God!

"The soul of the patriot-soldier stands With a mighty host in eternal calm, And He who pressed the sword to his hands Has given the Palm."