Page:The Muse in Arms, Osborn (ed), 1917.djvu/108

66 In the winter should you go

Straying far without a rest,

Down beneath the drifting snow

May you be the mouse's guest;

May the bull-frog be your Knight,

And the tit your Templar true!

May the fairy guide you right

Wandering through a misty land,

At the crossings of the dew,

With the rainbow in her hand!

Should you fall from branches high

And go tumbling down the sky,

May the heron in the air

Take you floating on his wings,

And the cloudlets be your stair,

Over palaces of kings:

Riding high above the wold,

Larks your sentinels shall be,

Challenging with tongues of gold

Those who try to cage the free!

So, philosopher of May,

With my blessing go your way!

If you win such friends as these

You need never have a care,

Cannon you may safely tease,

And may juggle, at your ease,

With the whizzbang in the air: