John Burroughs – Born April 3, 1837 Roxbury, New York
Died March 29, 1921 aged 83 years, whilst on a Train near Kingsville, Ohio.
Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more ‘gainst time or fate,
For lo! my own shall come to me.
I stand amid the eternal ways,
And what is mine shall know my face.
Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The friends I seek are seeking me;
No wind can drive my bark astray,
Nor change the tide of destiny.
What matter if I stand alone?
I wait with joy the coming years;
My heart shall reap where it hath sown,
And garner up its fruit of tears.
The waters know their own and draw
The brook that springs in yonder height;
So flows the good with equal law
Unto the soul of pure delight.
The stars come nightly to the sky;
The tidal wave unto the sea;
Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,
Can keep my own away from me.
John Burroughs was an American Naturalist and nature essayist in the US Conservation Movement.
He was buried in Roxbury, New York on what would have been his 84th Birthday, at the foot of a rock he played on as a Child and affectionately referred to as “Boyhood Rock”. A line that he had written years before is etched on a tablet that marks the spot “I stand amid the eternal ways”.
I find the above to be such a soothing Poem, perhaps one that should be read as one lay in bed. I hope you enjoy it too.