  The Table of Contents was created by the transcriber and placed in the public domain. Additional Transcriber’s Notes are at the end. CONTENTS WALTER DIRECT, 2:05 3/4. VOL. 1. NASHVILLE, TENN., OCTOBER, 1905. NO. 1 Luther Burbank He touched the spiculed desert—cacti-cursed— And turned its thorns to figs, its thistles, fruit; He nodded to the daisy, half immersed In dwarfing dust, and lo! a lily mute Rose from the weeds—a perfume with a flute. And flowers ran to meet him—trailing vine— And wild hedge-roses—they whose souls had died Beneath the feet of cattle and of kine— Sought him—those pallid Magdalenes—and cried To touch his hem, and so stood glorified. Trees dwarfed and soulless—fruits with hearts of stone, Wedded at his word; and in the sacred tryst Of loves united, that had yearned alone, Gave to the world the nectar of their bliss In pitless peaches, crimsoned with a kiss. Who plants his poems in a berry’s bed, Or writes, with wild roses, sonnets to the sun, Hangs pictures on orchard boughs in gold and red, Makes epics of fruitland where before were none, Is Poet, Painter, Preacher—Master—all in one! John Trotwood Moore. |
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