Classic Poem

Nature , the dream that wraps us round,
One comforting and saving whole;
And as the clothes to the body of man,
The mantle of the soul.

Nature, the door that opens wide
From this close, fetid house of ill;
That lifts from curse of street to vast
Receding hill on hill.

Nature, the mood, now sweet of night,
Now grand and splendid, large of day;
From vast skyline and cloudy towers,
To stars in heaven that stray.

Nature, the hope, the truth, the gleam,
Beyond this bitter cark and dole;
Whose walls the infinite weft of dream,
Whose gift is to console.