The meadow lark replies; oranges golden
Peer from the green wherewith they are enfolden,
And perfume fills the winey atmosphere--
Out Here!

"Out Here," through virgin soil, in sunlight mellow--
Ay, and in moonlight!--man his plow may steer,
Nor lose life's edge in friction with his fellow;
Nor, parchment-bound, with yellowing creeds turn yellow,
But feel his heart grow younger every year--
Out Here!

TRACY and LUCY ROBINSON,
in _Out West._



DECEMBER 21.


HAPPY HEART.

As I go lightly on my way
I hear the flowers and grasses talk:
I listen to the gray-beard rock:
I know what 'tis the tree-tops say.
A thousand comrades with me walk
As I go lightly on my way.

As I go lightly on my way