friend had a vision, aloof in a haven of hills
Where the sun and the wind carry balm for the
healing of ills.
fleeing the tumult of cities, the fever of fame,
To commune with the earth and the sky an exile
the stir of creation, the drama of seasons beguiled,
and solace he found in the heart of the wild.
like a woodsman he camped, bade ambition good-bye,
With blanket and fire befriended and stars brave
he harden his heart and despair of the future? Not
Having trust in the goodness of life still to
make beauty be,
He dreamed how a garden might rise in the wilderness
With the ranges undaunted around it uplifting
he who had poured aspiration through rhythms
Would call living harmonies forth from the seeds of
matters the mould or the means, whether music
soul in the urge of creating assembles her powers?
his clearing looked out on the slopes of the
dark wooded range
At peace in the blue haze of summer and fearless of
old magic renewed, a fresh masterpiece he would
Walled in with rough field-stone, with loving
care planted and tilled,—
A place of enchantment, surprising, made perfect, apart,
Dispensing delight with its spells, to the eager
day by a rough winding foot-path folk come to
Where the welcoming rest and revival of paradise
hidden rose-garden whose odors with heliotrope blend,
aisles of tall lilies where scent-enthralled humming-birds
lotus pool soft-colored with blossom and frond;
And a pergola framing a vista to mountains beyond.
summer this benefice high in the wild gives its dole
Of beauty for strengthening heart and replenishing
What chorale more golden, what symphony richer in
Than this anthem of flowers arising from wilderness
All winter its sleep is companioned by whispering snows
And choiring stars that inspire the dreams of
The Lord of all Music rejoices when spirit finds wings
or in tone or in color whose ecstasy sings.