A Strip Of Blue

Ido not own an inch of land, But all l pee is mine - The orchard and the mowing fields, The Iawns aiid gardens ñnc. The windsmy tax collectors are, They bring me dthea divine - Wild Hccnts and subtte essences, A tribute raro and free ; And, inore magnifieeut thanMll, My window keeps for nuA glimpse oí bine immensity, A littlc strip of sea. Rieher ani I than he wlio owns Great fleets and argosies ;j IJhiivca share in every ship Won by the island breeze To loiter on yon airy road Above the apple trees. I freight them with my untold dreU]H,J Each bears my ovm picked crew ; And noblcr oargoes wait for them Than ever India kucw - My Bhlps that sai! into the l'-st Across that oiitlct blue." Sometimos they seem like living ehapes- The people of the aky - GuestR in white raiment coming down From licaven, whieh is clone by. I calí them by familiar ñames, Am oue by one draws ïiigh. So whitc, so light, Ëp spirit-]ike From violet miste they blooin ! The acfaing wastrs of the Uiiknown Are half rrriaimed from glooni, Smcö on life's tiosprtable sea; All souls íiud eaüing room, The b&Us, like flakes of roseate pearl, Float in upon the inisi Tho waves are brokenprceioua stones- Sapphire and amethyst. Washed from celestial basement walls, By suns unsetLing kissed, Ont through the xitmost gates of space, Past wherc the gay stars drift, To tho widening Infinite, my soul Glide's on, a vc bkcI swift : Yet loses nut lier anchorago, lu yonder azure riit, Here sit I, as a little child ; The Uiresh'ola of God's door Is that clear band of chrysoprase ; Now the vaat temple fioor, The bliudiDg glory of the dome" I bow my head beforc ; The nni verse, O God, ie home, In height or depth, to me ; Yet hcre upon thy footstool green Content am I to be ; Glad, when is oponed to my neèd Sonie sea-llke glimpee of 1