I said I will not walk with men to-day, 

 But I will go among the blessed trees, 



Among the forest trees I '11 take my way, 



And they shall say to me what words they please. 



And when I came among the trees of God, 

 With all their million voices sweet and blest, 



They gave me welcome. So I slowly trod 



Their arched and lofty aisles, with heart at rest 



Then all around me as I went, 

 Their loving arms they lightly bent, 

 And all around leaf-voices low 

 Were calling, calling soft and slow. 



I could not fail to know 

 The words they whispered so, 

 Nor could I onward go 

 From words so sweet and low. 



From The Tree*. 



