Golden-Rod
by John Banister Tabb
As Israel, in days of old,
Beneath the prophet's rod,
Amid the waters, backward rolled,
A path triumphant trod;
So, while thy lifted staff appears,
Her pilgrim steps to guide,
The Autumn journeys on, nor fears
The Winter's threatening tide.
Source:
PoemsCopyright 1894
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston