NATURE’S TOTEMS
With tools rough-wrought the untaught scribe
Carved deep the glory of his tribe—
Amazing monsters—grotesque, stiff,
With curious, quaint hieroglyph.
Brave in barbaric dyes, his scroll—
So left the scribe his totem-pole.
Though rotted, broken, scattered far
These totems of the savage are,
Proud totems—vastly mightier,
The lineaments of Nature bear.
The mountain’s twisted ribs of rock
Laid bare, proclaim the earthquake shock,
And how it was through turmoil great
Exalted to its high estate;
An upturned fossil on the plain
Reverts to Dinosaurian reign,
Another shows his prowess gone—
The advent of the Mastodon;
The lopside fir is eloquent
Of battling winters nobly spent;
The shell upon the mountain side
Betrays an ancient ocean’s tide;
These are the totems, cryptic, terse,
We find in Nature’s universe.