The Clue
(On reading N. S. Shaler’s Autobiography)
BY WILLIAM ROSCOE THAYER
LIFE is a clearing in a wood
Where stays, mid-flight, the Soul — a thrush —
Bathes in the beam and finds it good,
Peoples with song the solitude,
Then, singing, dares the dark, the hush.
Where stays, mid-flight, the Soul — a thrush —
Bathes in the beam and finds it good,
Peoples with song the solitude,
Then, singing, dares the dark, the hush.