| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Leader | | By Arthur V. Kent |
| | | IT is but a little thing to see beauty where dream abounds, | |
| And an easy thing to set sail for the shore in restful seas, | |
| And who may not be as the note of a song ’mid tuneful sounds? | |
| Yea, small things, these. | |
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| And hope is a lightsome guest when the mind is arrayed in stars, | 5 |
| And a pleasant task it is to thank God for a granted prayer. | |
| And the scales that are builded to weigh but the sun-shaft bars | |
| Have hands of air. | |
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| But I, even I who am speaking, would be as the steadfast pine | |
| That clings to a barren rock in the teeth of the whistling wind; | 10 |
| For everlasting reclothing itself with a new green sign— | |
| Nor look behind. | | | | |
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