FOREST LEAVES 113 



But when echoes thy far call, 



Let a change my lot befall 



Garment of the tree I doff, 

 Cast my crown of branches off, 



Hasten from my sylvan home, 

 Thee to find, though far to roam, 

 In new service unto thee, 

 Still to serve humanity: 



Bear thy message to the world 



On my wings of white unfurled 



Bear thy heart *s own message then 

 To the hearts of other men! 



