HYMN TO SEQUOIA


THE fervid litanies of forest trees
Float down as from some far celestial choir,


The sun-rays filter in like shafts of fire,
The incense of the branches haunts the breeze,
Freighted with sacred woodland mysteries
To thrill the wilding heart that would aspire
To oneness with the great all-loving Sire
And share in nature's vast amenities:


Aye, 'mid these mighty pillars I would be
A priest of love to pay my inmost vows
Here at this fane primeval and to lay
A votive offering of fealty
Upon the altar 'neath the fragrant boughs,
As round me birds and wind and waters pray.