Last Verses Written by Mortimer Collins

I have been sitting alone All day while the clouds went by, While moved the strength of the seas, While the wind with a will of his own, A poet out of the sky, Smote the green harp of the trees.

Alone, yet not alone, For I felt as the gay wind whirled, As the cloudy sky grew clear, The touch of our Father half-known, Who dwells at the heart of the world, Yet who is always here.