MOSSES.
Reading edition
Children of lowly birth, Pitifully weak; Humblest creatures of the wood, To your peaceful brotherhood Sweet the promise that was given Like the dew from heaven: “Blessed are the meek, They shall inherit the earth.” Thus are the words fulfilled: Over all the earth Mosses find a home secure. On the desolate mountain crest, Avalanche-ploughed and tempest-tilled, The quiet mosses rest; On shadowy banks of streamlets pure, Kissed by the cataract’s shifting spray, For the bird’s small foot a soft highway; For the weary and sore distressed In hopeless quest Of a fabulous golden fleece, Little sermons of peace. Blessed children of lowly birth— Thus they inherit the earth.
