From The Birmingham Age Herald, August 9, 1915.

Have you ever heard, in the lonesome night,
    The call of the wind-swept sea,
Mighty and strong the great seasong,
    Ever pitched in a minor key?

Have you ever stood on a barren plain
    When the red sun sank below
The curve of the world and the night was hurled
    Like a pall o’er the afterglow?

Have you ever seen a single leaf
    Alone in the wintry blast,
Like and old man, gray, outliving his day,
    With his heart in the wistful past?

Then surely you know of the sombre things
    Which God in his wisdom sends
To turn men’s thoughts into kindlier vein
    When the day’s mad labor ends.