Show I IN OUR POETS POET'S I l BACK BACKYARD YARD V THE TWILIGHT TRAIL BY DV MARY RAYMOND SHIPMAN ANDREWS lI Over er the mo mountain um atie through the burning ana in ut tile wa way and and grimy and hot and happy we have come coma to the end of 01 ui ule hard sweet day Only the length of the lake to paddle only a a. stretch of ot dim lorest to breast Camp is against the sunset hill hill fire fire firelight light and food and home and rest The alders part in a a. swaying arch homing waters lie Ho close at hand Guides slip tip past with canoes on their heads heads hark hark how the keels grate soft in the sand Band Only the lake and the last portage portage- will shout to tous tous tous then a camp campfire fire star us hail hall Laughing and arid low bow two voices I know come up behind In the the twilight trail Lord when the end of the long trail co comes es and I stand by an V unfamiliar Worn i rivet rout out a II t bit lt yet happy hapy likely to drop the load loath on the sand forever I shall shaH be very grimy I think soiled with the journey And Arid the glory of ot Heaven Heaven If If I win to toV V It It will will seem to tired V eyes eyes' Lord 1 I am that out of Your goodness p You 1011 will send me a simpler Heaven at first Before the blaze of the angels angela whiteness whiteness whiteness white white- ness before the music's rapturous burst V VOut Out of Your own understanding understand understand- in ing You'll You spare me the light of ot the blessed land V A As I trudge to the gate gat n a dazed tired pilgrim and give me a Heaven I un understand uny un- un r y You being j Jod pd who can do it It V Im I'm hoping Ill I'll come to a quiet for forest st I 1 know no V With Its It's its twilight hush and a It late bird birch I calling and down In n the West Vest a n copper elow glow I Alders will sway In an arch before I me and d a r rippled lake stretch friendly r n a and d dear I Silent mountains about the skyline i iS S Sweet one t lavender and afar gr gre peak a e camp pulsating fire star clear will I shine out nut a homely welcoming halt I While laughing laughn and lo low two voices voices' I know come close behind nd In th the twilight ht f trail Scribners' Scribners i i V V VV V tJ V V V |