Show nature mature with a thousand tl usand names I 1 am but one mother of men that are ortere or were of old eld ot of all that creep or fly below the sun the exile and the blind norm in uio the mold I 1 am the seed that sprouts ep routs the leaf that fills fall the summers bummers bloom the winters breath I 1 lam am the hitt spring bird that erica cries an and d calls I 1 am the pangs or of birth 00 of death mine Is the hand that gueloa you speeding spheres and these small motes that glimmer in the light I 1 write on rocks the record of 0 the years yeam NN elioso boso feet tread down tho the cities ties la in their flight I 1 am the sinal lost part the mighty whole I 1 sing with singing streams in quiet duct lanes liels lin ls I 1 ravo rave with winda on teas seas that reel and roll I 1 loose or leash the tempests with my hands I 1 wave my torch and lol lo the flare I 1 breathe catlie Lr and hark the forests away anil and rock I 1 speak the thunder lions in their lair hoar diapasons with the cyclones shock I 1 an am tho the lovers wire when all the throbs thick with v ith passion lau ami ano scent a june ahen beauty silent with amazed delight yields hand and up lip beneath the early moon I 1 an am rude ruda ruddy health and won wan disease dives and lazarus are arc ono one with me 1 I am in the law that emilea smites the thief that flees yi U aud undermost ot of sky and sea 1 strength streng of the strong nir and weakness of the weh weak I 1 dare the on to deeds of 0 fame faine I 1 urge the dastards bastards das tards flight through battle rock roch I 1 fu am the death the splendor and the shame make forth into the world to work and win victor or vanquished faro fare thou well or taste fruit of good or bitter bread of sin or servant Eer Tant I 1 am mth inith taco still child of my breut I 1 neither love nor hate with alth equal bliss and blight I 1 dower thee I 1 hold and hide the secret of thy fate I 1 flay or save I 1 bind or set thee free 1 I ask k no prayer not mine the meed of pral eralso I 1 blindly grant the gift or wield the rod I 1 am the slave of ono unseen who says let it bo be so so mortals call him god C L L hildreth Uil dreth |