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Each in His Own Tongue

A fire-mist and a planet,
      A crystal and a cell,
A jellyfish and a saurian,
      And caves where the cavemen dwell;
Then a sense of law and beauty
      And a face turned from the clod
Some call it Evolution,
      And others call it God.
A haze on the far horizon,
      The infinite, tender sky,
The ripe, rich tints of the cornfields,
      And the wild geese sailing high,
And all over upland and lowland,
      The charm of the goldenrod --
Some of us call it Autumn,
      And others call it God.
Like tides on a crescent sea-beach,
      When the moon is new and thin,
Into our hearts high yearnings
      Come welling and surging in:
Come from the mystic ocean
      Whose rim no foot has trod
Some of us call it Longing,
      And others call it God.
A picket frozen on duty,
      A mother starved for her brood,
Socrates drinking the hemlock,
      And Jesus on the rood;
And millions who, humble and nameless,
      The straight and hard pathway plod--
Some call it Consecration,
      And others call it God.
___William Herbert Carruth
Sunflowers, A Book of Kansas Poems
Selected by Willard Wattles
pages 6-7
(Chicago: A. C. McClurg. 1916)
March 25, 2005 / John & Susan Howell / Wichita, Kansas /

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