The Carrier Pigeon

 ("Oh! qu'est-ce que c'est donc que l'Inconnu.") 
 
 {January, 1871.} 


 Who then—oh, who, is like our God so great, 
 Who makes the seed expand beneath the mountain's weight; 
 Who for a swallow's nest leaves one old castle wall, 
 Who lets for famished beetles savory apples fall, 
 Who bids a pigmy win where Titans fail, in yoke, 
 And, in what we deem fruitless roar and smoke, 
 Makes Etna, Chimborazo, still His praises sing, 
 And saves a city by a word lapped 'neath a pigeon's wing! 


 

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