The Golden Dust.
Like dust of gold from off a golden star,
The kindly breeze upbore and wafted far,
To let it drift in some propitious hour
On other bloom in finely filtered shower;
And if no hostile hand or tempest mar,
Or ruthless insect wage its hungry war,
That dust shall fruitful make another bower.
So golden deeds from noble souls depart
In shining cloud, and, floating in the air,
Seek out a brother's breast and settle there,
And bring a bursting fruitage from the heart.
What blessedness those flower-like spirits hold
That shower on hearts this drifting dust of gold.
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)