| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | I: Birth | | By Louise Ayres Garnett |
| | From “Resurgam”
OUT of the dust Thou hast raised me, God of the living; | |
| Out of the dust Thou hast raised me and brought me to the light of morning. | |
| My eyes are full of the wonders of creation, | |
| And my spirit leaps within me. | |
| I behold Thy glory lifted into mountains, | 5 |
| Thy kindness deepened into valleys, | |
| Thy hospitable mercies poured unmeasured in the seas. | |
| In plenteous ways Thou hast devised the telling of Thy dreams, | |
| Entreating beauty from the clay, | |
| And quickening man from out his dusty silence. | 10 |
| Thou floatest flakes of color in the air, and, breathing on them, | |
| Wingest them to life; | |
| Thou callest the dazed leviathan up from the watery reaches, | |
| And summonest vasty creatures who come lumbering past, | |
| Astonished at their being. | 15 |
| Who am I, Lord of Creation, that Thou shouldst think upon me? | |
| Beside a mountain or a soaring bird, what am I that Thou shouldst give me place? | |
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| I can praise Thee, O God! | |
| I can praise Thee to the summit of my singing; | |
| With the flesh of me, with the breath of me, with the height of me! | 20 |
| Increase my stature even as the trees, | |
| Increase my stature till I pass the oak and glimpse the towers of heaven! | |
| With the waters of gratitude I brim my cup and pour it at Thy feet; | |
| For thou hast shared the gift of life, and my spirit sings within me! | | | | |
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