THE WORD OF THE WATER For the Unveiling of the Stevenson Fountain in San Francisco
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God made me simple from the first, And good to quench your body’s thirst. Think you he has no ministers To glad that wayworn soul of yours? Here by the thronging Golden Gate For thousands and for you I wait, Seeing adventurous sails unfurled For the four corners of the world. Here passed one day, nor came again, A prince among the tribes of men. (For man, like me, is from his birth A vagabond upon this earth.) Be thankful, friend, as you pass on, And pray for Louis Stevenson, That by whatever trail he fare He be refreshed in God’s great care!