Who carries heaven in his heart, Its sunshine in his breast, Need never seek a place apart, For every place is blest --The hill, the vale, the sea, the air, The stream, the forest dim. The light of God from portals fair Shines everywhere for him. Climaxes v1923 We live thru drab, prosaic days That slowly come and go; We tread a thousand weary ways, And heavy burdens know; We toil in patience thru the years, Alike in sun and shower, Paying the price of blood and tears For one climactic hour. We tread the boards thru action long, Face conflict grim and hard, To gain one triumph over wrong, One moment of reward. We move upon the mighty screen From dawn to set of sun To make one little perfect scene Before our part is done. The Creator (1923) I looked in the face of a rose As it nodded in springtime and smiled. I saw where eternity glows In the sweet, tender eyes of a child. I looked in a sunbeam in air. They each bore an image divine. The Creator was everywhere. I looked at the set of the sun, And the crag that reflected its light. I thought on the day that was done, And I pondered the stars of the night. And I looked in the eyes of a man Who had stumbled through sinning to prayer. God’s fingerprints there I could scan. He awaited me everywhere. Electricity (1923) Mankind’s great servant I, A servant long unknown And still unseen, save in the sky When I illume its zone. I sweep around the stars, Ascend through spaces dim. I light my lamps where night unbars Above the mountains grim. But still my chief delight Is not to rock the deep, And flash my fires across the night Where angry tempests sweep. It is to drive the keel, Bear words from place to place, To swing the beam, and turn the wheel, And serve the human race. [Illustration of a stormy night. Foreground fills bottom third of the frame with wind-swept grass. Pine tree fills the frame and is illuminated by a single lightning bolt. Behind the tree whiteness fills the middle third of the frame; its rounded top together with its juxtaposition with the rounded foreground gives it a crescent shape (the moon?). A few stars are visible.] An Electric Personality (1923) A most _electric_ gentleman He was his whole life through. Down busy ways his _current_ ran, As all his friends well knew. He was _live wire_, so to say, He liked to see things go, _Magnetic_ in most every way --_A human dynamo_. One day a blue coat collared him When on some mischief bent, And in a jail cell dark and dim His next few days were spent. What was the _charge_ against him? Yes ’Twas natural, you see, So much so you could really guess --Assault and _Battery_. The End of the Trail (1923)