Show TRUTH There 0 hand on the rudder that will not flinch Theres no fear In the pilots face As he guides the worlds like boats In 1 storm Through the rocking seas of space And whether they taade the harbor at last Beyond the shoals and the swell Or sail forver a shoreless sea I know that all is well And learn these things from the heart of the wood From the solemn soul of the sea For never n bird in a wirehound cage Told all these things to meAnS me-AnS the of man is a sunward bird With wings that are made for flight To pierce to the front of the shining day And float through tho depths of night And read these things in that bible of God Whose leaves are the spreading sky And the legible face of the dark green sea With the eye behind the eye Fortruth is not closed in the lids of a book For Itchalnless soul is free And never a bird in a wire bound cage Told all these things to me 1 For truth surges into the open heart And into tho willing eye And streams from the breath of the steaming earth And drops from the bending sky Tis not shut In a book in a church or D school Nor cramped in the chains of a creed But lives in the open air and the light For nil men in their need I But tho fish that swims in n goldfish vase Knows not of the salted sea And never n bird in a wire bound cago Told all these things to me Tis the voice that comes from tho gilded peaks From the bUs that shoulder the gided Through the topless heights of a mans ow dreams This voJca goes wandering by And who roams the earth with an open heart With an ear attuued to hear Will catch some broken chord of tho sound Whenever the voice comes near But not past the prison of custom or creed Will the voice or the vision flee And never a bird in a wirebound cage Told all these things to me Sam Walter Foss in Yankee Blade |