Old Trinity

Great ships approaching harbor cease to throb,
Awaiting faithful tugs to tow them in
To port for rest and reconditioning.
So for a daily nooning comes the crowd
Of workaday unto the bench and green
To pause before returning to the mart.
A long-drawn breath restores the tired heart
And knits again the raveled, jagged seam
Of weariness . . . O peaceful Trinity,
'Longside the chasmed lanes of human strife,
You're standing by to tow the midday throng
Through seas of tumult and extremity;
Your weathered slabs and quietude shall long
Revivify with buoyant breath of life!

^__Frances Ingalls Shinn

Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
page 106
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)