By William Stanley Braithwaite
(McClure's Magazine for June.)
You are the vision, you are the image of the dream,
The voice among the stars, the silence in the stream;
A breath of the infinite poise, where space and time are spun,
And the circling orbits wheel their planets round the sun.
Beyond the outer margin where nothing calls to God
Leaps the fiery symbol to bloom wherever your feet have trod;
Here is the earth resurgent with color and bloom of spring,
Glorying the dream and the vision of the song you bring.
Published in The Crisis, July 1911