Page:Poems White.djvu/97

From Wikisource
Jump to navigation Jump to search
This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.
RIXFORD LINCOLN
Do you know him, this poet man?
He's gentle and mild as cloistered nun
Sheltered away from glaring sun.
Pure as a child, without the guile;
Quiet and kind all of the while;
Full of his church, full of his dreams.
Evil is clothed, for good to him seems.
Look in his face, and then you'll see
Meekness, perchance, all good that be.

[83]