Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Grasses and SandAlfred Battle Bealle
From “Peace”
I
On either hand blown grasses, rain-freshen’d,
And underneath, the samite peace of sand.
And I, who long had trod my city ways,
Came face to face with the passion of grass and sand:
The stable earth with its miracled leaf and bloom,
And its syllabled speech to me, “Hold fast! hope hard!”