Language Through Nature 



Almost as far as eye can reach 

 I see the close-reefed vessels fly, 



As fast we flit along the beach, 

 One little sandpiper and I. 



I watch him as he skims along, 



Uttering his sweet and mournful cry. 

 He starts not at my fitful song, 



Or flash of fluttering drapery. 

 He has no thought of any wrong ; 



He scans me with a fearless eye. 

 Stanch friends are we, well tried and strong, 



The little sandpiper and I. 



Comrade, where wilt thou be to-night 



When the loosed storm breaks furiously? 

 My driftwood fire will burn so bright! 



To what warm shelter canst thou fly ? 

 I do not fear for thee, though wroth 



The tempest rushes through the sky : 

 For are we not God's children both, 



Thou, little sandpiper, and I ? 



Cclia Thaxter. 



