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Birds and All Nature, Vol. IV, No 6, December 1898

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<h2>A SYMBOL.</h2> BY IRWIN RUSSELL. [1] Over the meadow there stretched a lane, Parting the meadow in segments twain; And through the meadow and over the sod Where countless feet had before him trod— With a wall forever on either hand Barring the lane from the meadow-land, There walked a man with a weary face, Treading the lane at a steadfast pace. On before him, until the eye To gauge the distance could no more try, To where the meadow embraced the sky, The lane still stretched, and the walls still barred The dusty lane from the meadow sward. He paid no heed to the joyous calls That came from men who had leaped the walls— Who paused a moment in song or jest, To hail him "Brother, come here and rest!" For the Sun was marching toward the West, And the man had many a mile to go, And time is swift and toil is slow. The grassy meadows were green and fair Bestudded with many a blossom rare, And the lane was dusty, and dry, and bare; But even there, in a tiny shade A jutting stone in the wall had made, A tuft of clover had lately sprung— It had not bloomed for it yet was young— The spot of green caught the traveler's eye, And he plucked a sprig, as he passed by; And then, as he held it, there came a thought In his musing mind, with a meaning fraught With other meanings. "Ah, look!" said he, "The spray is one—and its leaves are three, A symbol of man, it seems to me, As he was, as he is, and as he will be! One of the leaves points back, the way That I have wearily walked to-day; One points forward as if to show The long, hard journey I've yet to go; And the third one points to the ground below. Time is one, and Time is three: And the sign of Time, in its Trinity— Past, Present, Future, together bound In the simplest grass of the field is found! The lane of life is a dreary lane Whose course is over a flowery plain. Who leaps the walls to enjoy the flowers Forever loses the wasted hours. The lane is long, and the lane is bare, 'Tis tiresome ever to journey there; But on forever the soul must wend— And who can tell where the lane will end?" The thought was given. Its mission done, The grass was cast to the dust and sun; And the sun shone on it, and saw it die With all three leaves turned toward the sky. <hr class="chap" /> [Pg 210] <table class="sp2 mc w50" title="CACTI." summary="CACTI."> <tbody> <tr> <td colspan="3"> <ANTIMG style="width:100%" src="images/i_017.jpg" width="600" height="450" alt="" /> </td> </tr> <tr> <td class="xx-smaller ac w30">From col. Chi. Acad. Sciences.</td> <td class="x-smaller ac w40">CACTI. ½ Life-size.</td> <td class="xx-smaller ac w30">Copyright by Nature Study Pub. Co., 1898, Chicago.</td> </tr> </tbody> </table> [Pg 211] <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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