CRY OF THE REDWOODS
[This poem was written by Polly Harris, a young American girl who, shortly after her sixteenth birthday, was killed in a motor accident. "Cry of the Redwoods," written for a New Zealand friend, was inspired ~~by the ancient redwood forests of California, where the trees grow to a height of three hundred feet and some are as much as thirty feet in diameter.} Be tall, For there are stars to touch, And worlds undreamed above a lifted space. Be straight, For there are others round, Who, crowded, cannot reach what they aspire. Be green, For he is always young Who holds eternal parley with the Spring. Be glad, - — So that all lovely things Within your boughs might nest and sing. Be strong, For there are winds that bloio, And long to tear away your plumed cresc. . Stand fast, And you will someday liold, The wisdom of the ages in youi breast. Be true, That man will always look Unto that spire which, rising from the sod, Has grown, When it is tall with years Into an anthem on the hill of God. — Polly Harris (16).
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Evening Post, Volume CXXVI, Issue 80, 1 October 1938, Page 20
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189CRY OF THE REDWOODS Evening Post, Volume CXXVI, Issue 80, 1 October 1938, Page 20
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