Birthright

(To A. H. R.)

My own, among the unnumbered years God casts from that full Garner which Is His Eternity one shall Be ours, beyond all fate or fears.

For, ranging lone amid its thorns. Seeking the buds that grew between, We met and made its morning seem New in a world grown old to morns.

And so tho He may scatter still Many a fadeless other round, In none, for us shall there be found That first awakening and thrill.

But as in peace we tread Love's Land, To which it gave us right of birth, We shall remember that New Earth Came when we first walked hand in hand.