The Word of the Water by Bliss Carman — Read

_For the Unveiling of the Stevenson Fountain in San Francisco_

God made me simple from the first, / And good to quench your body's thirst. / Think you he has no ministers / To glad that wayworn soul of yours?

Here by the thronging Golden Gate / For thousands and for you I wait, / Seeing adventurous sails unfurled / For the four corners of the world.

Here passed one day, nor came again, / A prince among the tribes of men. / (For man, like me, is from his birth / A vagabond upon this earth.)

Be thankful, friend, as you pass on, / And pray for Louis Stevenson, / That by whatever trail he fare / He be refreshed in God's great care!