POEMS OF JAMES RYDER RANDALL
I flee the plain,
Accurst by Cain,
To grasp my battle-ax again;
And in the sign
Of Bread and Wine
God the Consoler! I am Thine!
SILVER SPRING
When the Lord of Light revealed
The flashing radiance of His shield,
Glorifying wave and field;
When he felt he must expire,
Then His orbs with blazing ire
Shot their dying shafts of fire;
When the palpitating breeze
Smote the gitterns of the trees,
Like the shout of distant seas;
When the jeweled birds that sing
Moved on rainbow-tinted wing,
I beheld thy face of splendor blushing with the wild and tender,
Silver Spring!
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