Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By HerbertBashford

1636 Morning in Camp

A BED of ashes and a half-burned brand

Now mark the spot where last night’s campfire sprung

And licked the dark with slender, scarlet tongue;

The sea draws back from shores of yellow sand,

Nor speaks lest he awake the sleeping land.

Tall trees grow out of shadows; high among

Their sombre boughs one clear, sweet song is sung,

In deep ravine by drooping cedars spanned,

All drowned in gloom; a flying pheasant’s whirr

Rends morning’s solemn hush; gray rabbits run

Across the clovered glade, while far away

Upon the hills each huge, expectant fir

Holds open arms in welcome to the sun—

Great, pulsing heart of bold, advancing day!