Poem by Arthur Guiterman

In the Hospital

Because on the branch that is tapping my pane
A sun-wakened leaf-bud, uncurled,
Is bursting its rusty brown sheathing in twain,
I know there is Spring in the world.

Because through the sky-patch whose azure and white
My window frames all the day long,
A yellow-bird dips for an instant of flight,
I know there is Song.

Because even here in this Mansion of Woe
Where creep the dull hours, leaden-shod,
Compassion and Tenderness aid me, I know
There is God.

1. Pithecanthropus Erectus
2. The Traveler
3. The Legend of the First Cam-u-el
4. Rags and Robes
5. Going to Dover

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