|Sing to us, O east wind, as you sang in that great morning,
When the wondering world took shape from out the word-
Sing to us of life and faith and hope, that come with dawning___
Sing to us, O east Wind, till you sing us out from sleep!
Sing to us, O south wind, of the varied ways of beauty;
Earth and sea and sky were made to glorify our days.
Lest our willful lips complain too much of human duty,
Sing, to hush their murmuring and open them to praise,
Sing to us, O north wind, of the joy of our endeavor.
Ours to work and ours to win before the light is fled.
Sing to us of sturdy souls who never faltered, never___
Sing, of glory-deeds to do, and fuller days ahead.
Sing to us, O west wind, when the day is almost over,
When we have no further trysts with eager Life to keep;
When we turn to some cool rest beneath the wistful clover,
Sing to us, O west wind, till you sing us back to sleep!
The Call of Kansas and Other Poems
Esther M. (Clark) Hill
(Cedar Rapids: Torch Press. __)