Binder full of...

Teach me, Father, how to go Softly as the grasses grow; Hush my soul to meet the shock Of the wild world as a rock; But my spirit, propt with power, Make as simple as a flower. Let the dry heart fill its cup, Like a poppy looking up; Let life lightly wear her crown Like a poppy looking down, When its heart is filled with dew, And its life begins anew. Teach me, Father, how to be Kind and patient as a tree. Joyfully the crickets croon Under the shady oak at noon; Beetle, on his mission bent, Tarries in that cooling tent. Let me, also, cheer a spot, Hidden field or garden grot— Place where passing souls can rest On the way and be their best.

I have a rendezvous with Life,

In days I hope will come, Ere youth has sped, and strength of mind, Ere voices sweet grow dumb. I have a rendezvous with Life, When Spring's first heralds hum. Sure some would cry it's better far To crown their days with sleep Than face the road, the wind and rain, To heed the calling deep. Though wet nor blow nor space I fear, Yet fear I deeply, too, Lest Death should meet and claim me ere I keep Life's rendezvous.