In the Morning

Chapter 38: THE THIRD DAY.

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About This Book

A sequence of lyric poems that meditates on dawn, nature, and spiritual feeling, often deploying mountain, forest, and seaside imagery to probe grief, consolation, and renewal. Poems move among quiet pastorals, occasional and domestic verse, devotional hymns, translations, and lighter nonsense pieces, following seasonal rhythms and holiday observances. The voice shifts between elegiac introspection and bright affirmation, favoring sensory detail—birdsong, running water, sunlight—and a consolatory outlook that finds moral and emotional sustenance in simple scenes and ritual moments.

THE THIRD DAY.

LINES SENT WITH A FOSSIL FROND.

Many thousand years ago

God looked down and bade me grow;

Why it was, I never knew—

Now I see it was for you!

THE SEVENTH DAY.

SENT WITH A CLUSTER OF MAIDEN-HAIR FERNS.

Doubtless you are much surprised

That we are not fossilized,

Geologic, or antique,—

Only little ferns and meek.

Yet we grew at His command,

Touched by that same loving Hand

Which the day from night divided,

Planets on their courses guided,

Set on high the firmament,

Alps from Alps asunder rent,

All the earth with life invested;

And He made us while He—“rested.”