Poetry of Kansas

To A Friend With A Calendar

Friend, thou hast compacted here
The mighty circle of the year.
All the clean, unsullied days
Silent wait, to blame or praise.
Each thin leaf, couldst thou but see,
Beareth all life's mystery,
Love and loss and life and death,-
Pluck them, then, with bated breath.
Bated breath? Nay, fearlessly;
God hath said what is to be.
___Arthur Graves Canfield
Selected by Arthur Richmond Marsh
(Lawrence: Journal Publishing Co. 1888)
Page 54
April 12, 2004 / John & Susan Howell / Wichita, Kansas / howell@kotn.org

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