Excerpt from The Morningside, Vol. 5: June 12, 1900 (Classic Reprint)
I love my mother Earth these days; Her touch is warm against my cheek. I lie my length where sunlight plays With little breezes hide-and-seek, And know her strength — and I am weak.
About me in the tender grass That smoothes itself against my face, My little fellow-creatures pass. I watch them from my vantage place And love them — for my mother's grace.
The air is full of song and sun, 'and chill and glow are strangely blent. I know that winter's toil is done, I know that all my strength is spent, My mother smiles — I am content.