« fr o ' . ^ w .^"•'t ■^^^''' ♦ J'% M ^o. ^o ^^-;k ^^ ^: Out of Nature's Creed A Poem of Optimistic Philosophy BY THOMAS NUNAN San Francisco A. M. ROBERTSON 1912 T 1 ^- '^ "• gC!.A3l9894 %^ a COPYRIGHT A. M. ROBERTSON 1912 DEDICATED, WITH PERMISSION, TO JOAQUIN MILLER To Lumankmcl a poet, he, Propketic in Lis power ; Protector to tLe lordly tree ; Creator to the flow^er. A teacker to tke singing creeks ; A stepLerd to the hills ; A brotker to tke mountain peaks ^Wkose realm kis fancy fills. To man at times a mystery. Alone, austere and ^vild ; Yet, most of all ke loves to ke A playmate to a ckild. And now to kim upon tke keigkt I knng tkis verse of mine. As w^itk a reverent kand I migkt Place klossoms at a sknne. Out of Nature's Creed Man, seeking boundless truth afar, Trains all his thought upon a star. He peers upon the vast unknown As though the light were there alone. Yet, all the boundless truth is near, And God and Heaven are with us here. In human darkness, we are told. The flowers of truth will not unfold; But this illusion well may be In thinking wrong when Right we see. Of Nature's truth was noontime made? Of something else the midnight shade? One sun alone in day can shine ; A myriad suns at night are mine. Our noonday orb defies the sight; Far distant orbs give softer light. The stars in countless hosts I view, And know that every gleam is true. Yet, could we nearer contact earn. Each soothing star would glare and burn. 'Tis well that while our fancies roam, Our feeble bodies stay at home, But near or distant, day or night. May we behold but truth and right. What sometimes seems a strange defect, The true perspective will correct. Woo not the unknown good alone; Let good be all about you shown. See in the gleams of children's eyes More gleams of God than in the skies. Make homes, and at thy hearths shall be Worlds grand as all Infinity. God's best of blessings is to toil ; The world's great storehouse is the soil, But bend your efforts toward the sod: The field's a heaven — yourself a god. The man who plants brings into birth New life, new beauty, on the Earth. Wherever you may plant a tree, A helping friend you'll thenceforth see. What beauty, glory, wealth and power For him who grows the simple flower! And while by toil your way you earn, Old Nature's secret lore you learn. A demagogue will loudly preach, But truth the silent lilacs teach. Ah, vain the pomp of churchly show Compared with prayer of violet low! As timid as a timid child, Though richly garbed, is tulip wild. How poor would the arbutus be Without its wealth of modesty! But, too, in golden poppies' blaze The virtue of the sunlight stays. I think that sweetest blooms the rose That has been cradled in the snows, Though some love best the wondrous vines Where summer sun forever shines. The fairest blossoms man has trod, But even weeds are flowers of God. Whatever seeds to earth may fall, God's gardener. Nature, tends them all. And think you, in the garden plan Old Nature's skill is lost on man? Ah, no! The gardener's highest art, Alone, could grow the human heart. The rose of whitest hue may chide Her sister rose in crimson dyed; Yet we in our affection know 'Twas God that caused them both to grow. God give us love and light to see That like his varied flowers are we. Should man forever seek one hue, The many colors still he'd view. Or should he toil all white to stain, The spotless white would yet remain. 'Twas God's own wisdom that began The varied excellence of man. Ah, would the truth were understood, That all the works of God are good! No tedious logic e'er can bring Such truths to man as grow in Spring. - The Summer sun would vainly shine Except as warmth of life divine. Rich Autumn were a worthless gleam Without a Springtime in its dream. Then, when the robes of Winter fall, Does life's dear snowtime end it all? Old Nature strict account will keep Of everything she puts to sleep ; And fret and trouble as we may, 'Tis God that orders all decay. All things that breathe must suffering feel, That contrast may their joys reveal. All things of Earth have work to do; The stoic rock as well as you. Think not the little bird that sings And treads the morning with its wings Has naught in life but joy: The cold, the fiercest storm that blows, A world that's full of mortal foes, Its bravest hopes employ. As takes the lark his upward flight And gains from Heaven a nearer light To sanctify his song, 10 So we should ever upward gaze And tempt sad souls their eyes to raise Above what men call Wrong, The songbird rises on the air, A morning song embodied there. Yet some, when thus the notes are heard, Find fault that Earth can claim the bird. "Poor fallen thing," I've heard men say, 'Trom Heaven you have lost your way!" Ah, no ! Regeneration's work is there : The bird has earned its world of air. Look back to old Jurassic day And read the story in the clay. Note where the bird first found the wing. First rose from earth, first learned to sing. And man, who long ago could fly. Outgrew his wings and laid them by. He gained the heights that fancy brings, Beyond the feeble power of wings. II Within his range of mental gaze, The farthest star confines its rays. He knows the truths of rock and clod ; He knows the universe, and God. Man still can power of wing command By use of brain and skillful hand. But close to earth are wings confined: All Space is swept on wings of mind. A thousand years would light require To reach where instant thoughts aspire. The law that all Creation holds Still guides the tree, the rose unfolds. The greatest star of Night's bright band Has kinship with the grain of sand. One law holds sun and sand in place — The star itself a grain in Space. One law for Earth and Heaven above. The boundless law that men call Love. 12 Resolve to truth what seems unworth: 'Tis but a darker flower of earth. The worthless matter that you spurn Will soon its use in Nature learn. Where once you marked a tree's decay^ A fair young plant has bloomed to-day. Cast off what now you cannot use — Does Nature, too, that thing refuse? Or will she, in her patient care, Resolve it back to earth and air? That cast-off thing she'll fondly plan To shape a tree, or flower, or man. Does not the soul that seems all wrong As truly unto Right belong? May little lives discordant be In Nature's infinite harmony? What learns the man whose thoughts, afar, Are still concentered on the star? 13 Ah, well! the star we cannot reach! What use about the star to preach? Our Earth for us the only sphere, The best of stars attends us here. Whatever may come, old Nature's voice Proclaims the creed: ^'Be glad! Rejoice!" A heaven we have at hearth or plow: Eternity's about us — now. The people out at yonder star Are not more strange than humans are. Could we through Space forever go, We'd only find what here we know; The realms at which we gaze in awe All vibrant with our Earth-tuned law. Ah! man at telescope, pray tell. Would not your mirror do as well? And has Infinity some part Not pictured in the finite heart? 14 In every being Nature dwells And all her wondrous story tells. For Truth we make confusing din Of search without. 'Tis found within. Where watchful Peter guards the gate, The password is: ^^Appreciate." Unless you learn this word on Earth, For no hereafter are you worth. A better world were waste of bliss On man who found no good in this. Find beauty where it grows for you ; Have open heart for all that's true. Fix not your thoughts beyond the grave, Your one poor hope your soul to save. Do good! Do right! Let not your creed Consume your soul with selfish greed! I've known of some — ah, worthless quite! Who ne'er did wrong, but ne'er did right. 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