MATED.

FOR the bird the rosy branch,
     For the lake the sunset dying,
For the bee its clover ranch,
     For the pine the night wind sighing;
          For every tree that is bending

          The sound of a stream descending;
For the lonely attic window
     The sky with its starry host,
And for every heart that is troubled
     The heart that needs it most.

How happy the grey fence-rail
     With a russet chipmunk running,
How grateful the windflower pale
     In the springtime noonday sunning.
          How charmed is the twilight falling

          At the voice of the robin calling;
How tenderly falls the moonlight
     On a cold and sterile coast,
And how good for the heart of the troubled
     Is the heart that needs it most. [Page 32]