Poems By Arjava

A DIAMOND cuts and is not cut again,

The antelope is swifter than its foes,

And all your boyhood's puissance free of stain

To the trim fibre of a true man grows.

For tenscore years the tortoise lives and thrives ;

Be yours that wholeness and that strength of aim.

Spring left a tang of freshness in the hives ;

On your life's honey shall God breathe the same.

Up out of new-tangled greed and olden fear

The unmarred pinions of your spirit soar

And pierce to the golden height where sun-peaks rear

Their beauty's dreaming and their song-built lore—

Sole on their crest abide God-rhythmed power,

Joy that's unshadowed, Love's triumphant flower.