Recited by Tommy Gosnell (in place of Mrs. Horace Smith) Springdale, Arkansas November 3, 1958
Reel 271, Item 27
To the Author of a Psalm
He must have loved the earth, the sea, the sky,
The powers that swing the universe along,
And all that is and has been and could be To sing so brave and beautiful a song.
He must have fingered ivory and jade And tasted with a discriminating tongue And deeped the glory that the man moon made,
A dim mysterious world that he was young.
He must have known the alchemy of life,
The day flooding in on waves of yellow mist,
Reclaiming from the oblivion night Drops of gold and wine of anethyst.
He must have loved this earth, yet he is dead.
Lifeless is his eager foot, his curious hand.
Or am I faithless?has he found instead A still more golden road to Smarkland?
Collected by Karl. T. Gosnell For Mary C. Parler
Click tabs to swap between content that is broken into logical sections.