* * The poetry of Ruth T. Whittlesey * *


He drops the sunlight on the tree

To shine and flutter there for me.

He sends the bluebird on the wing

That I may see, and hear it sing.

He puts the mountain at my door,

That I may gaze and fear no more.

And how much more than bird or tree

He watches me, He cares for me!

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