The Burial of John Muir
by Charlotte Hoffman Kellogg
With thee, man-heart, where dawns on glaciers play
We went; by thy child-heart with joy were fed ;
And by thy poet-heart to prayer were led.
Still following, we cross they fields today,
Beside the stream, beneath the yew and bay ;
Lower thy body to its chosen bed.
Quail call - tree shadows crep toward they dear head
As in green boughs we wrap thee for alway.
Now holy memories still our questioning --
Thou know'st not their despair whose reason would
Leap with the spirit the bland brink of Time ;
Here thus to seal eternal brotherhood
With sun and lily, where the foam-bells ring,
For thee is immortality sublime.
Source: Sierra Club Bulletin, Vol. 10, No. 1 (1916 January)
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