Things Divine

These are the things I hold divine:
A trusting child's hand laid in mine,

Rich brown earth and wind-tossed trees,
The taste of grapes and the drone of bees,

A rhythmic gallop, long June days,
A rose-hedged lane and lovers' lay,

The welcome smile on neighbors' faces,
Cool, wide hills and open places,

Breeze-blown fields and silver rye,
The wild, sweet note of the plover's cry,

Fresh spring flowers and scent of box,
The soft pale tint of the garden phlox,

Lilacs blooming, a drowsy noon,
Rolling Meadows and storm-washed heights,

A fountain murmur on summer nights,
A dappled fawn in the forest hush,

Simple words and the song of thrush,
Rose-red dawns and a mate to share,

With comrade soul my gypsy fare,
A waiting fire when the twilight ends,

A gallant heart and the voice of friends.

~Author Unknown~
Essay Submitted by: Harry Updegraff, Jr.

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