“The Cause for which we fight is just;
But let another guide the plow;
I’ve done my share,” said he, “Let him
With brighter zeal take over now.”
. . . . . . . . . . . .
For years and years a Maple tree
Made shelter, shade and fun for me .
And, later, down and sawed and split,
Provided warmth. The stump of it
Today supports a flower-box
Alive with coleus and phlox
. . . . . . . . . . . .
The man who quits his task, diminished,
May see it lie for years unfinished,
Nature’s purpose never swerves;
Even after death she serves.
by Ray Romine Sunday, January 16, 1949