O LITTLE PALE PILGRIM OF DREAMS

O little pale pilgrim of dreams! Do you know the names of the flowers, The ferns by the pools and the streams, The kisses of God in the showers; Do you hear His "Hello" on the hills Where a wind comes out of the cloud, And fail of the magic that fills Companions who meet in the crowd?

Thou slow of the heart to believe— Thou blind of the eyes to behold! Let go of the things that deceive, Vain baubles of silver and gold; Come out and be one with the throng— Your brothers who wait by the way— And sing the new Liberty Song At the wide-flung doors of the day.

Companion of flower and fern, A brother of Christ and the clod, And one with all spirits that yearn The realized image of God; The centuries wait for thy wings, And aeons have followed thee far: Lay hold of the sceptre of things, Thou lord of the atom and star!