Classic Poem

" Our God! " in prayer is said;
" Our child! " announced so, too —
And its senses that grasp your heart
That travels through speechless awe.

Beware of the intellectual, changing mood
That trembles a universe afar:
Deep in thy shadowed soul
Immortal creatings are!

When standing close beside me
I wondered less and believed
Thy chestnut hair, well-braided —
Thy eyes so undeceived.

One must feel indebted
To that which his treasures are;
But do not hide repentance
From that luckless gifted star.

Soon thou will be drifted to newer thought,
A payment, tribute combined,
A systematical base that is
A circumstantial grind.

O friend, a pardon in a reviewed past,
That inner selfish brand
The Almighty has deemed to brush our path;
Soon we part — I grasp thy hand!