Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
III. WarUnder the shade of the trees
Margaret Junkin Preston (18201897)
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What is the mystical vision he sees?
—“Let us pass over the river, and rest
Under the shade of the trees.”
Sighs the worn spirit for respite or ease?
Is it a moment’s cool halt that he asks
Under the shade of the trees?
Ofttimes has come to him, borne on the breeze,
Memory listens to, lapsing so low,
Under the shade of the trees?
Faith, that had yearnings far keener than these,
Saw the soft sheen of the Thitherward Shore
Under the shade of the trees;—
Heard the harps harping, like soundings of seas—
Watched earth’s assoiled ones walking in white
Under the shade of the trees.
Touched to the soul with such transports as these,—
He who so needed the balsam of peace,
Under the shade of the trees?
(Questioning naught of our Father’s decrees),
There to pass over the river and rest
Under the shade of the trees!