Serene I fold my hand and wait,<\/p>\n
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea.<\/p>\n
I rave no more ‘gainst time or fate,<\/p>\n
For lo! my own shall come to me<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I stay my haste, I make delays,<\/p>\n
For what avails this eager pace?<\/p>\n
I stand amid the eternal ways,<\/p>\n
And what is mine shall know my face.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Asleep, awake, by night or day<\/p>\n
The friends I seek are seeking me;<\/p>\n
No wind can drive my bark astray,<\/p>\n
Nor change the tide of destiny,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
What matter if I stand alone?<\/p>\n
I wait with joy the coming years;<\/p>\n
My heart shall reap when it has sown,<\/p>\n
And gather up its fruit of tears.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The stars come nightly to the sky;<\/p>\n
The tidal wave comes to the sea;<\/p>\n
Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,<\/p>\n
Can keep my own away from me.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The waters know their own and draw<\/p>\n
The brook that springs in yonder heights;<\/p>\n
So flows the good with equal law<\/p>\n
Unto the soul of pure delights.<\/p>\n
By John Burroughs<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"