Nathalia Crane quotes
A precious place is Paradise and none may know its worth,
But Eden ever longeth for the knicknacks of the earth.The angels grow quite wistful over worldly things below;
They hear the hurdy-gurdies in the Candle Makers Row.They listen for the laughter from the antics of the earth;
They lower pails from heaven's walls to catch the milk-maids mirth.
Nathalia Crane
A thousand ardent oilers swung the long spout 'twixt their nods,
And tried to glimpse a meaning in the challenge of the gods.And then one night there landed on a Mineola swale
A plane that looked like pewter, with a carrier of mail.Its wings were tinged like tea-box skins, each truss of shadow gray,
Its cabin but an alcove slung beneath a metal ray. The Spirit of St. Louis was inscribed upon the lee;
It came from out a province that had never seen the sea.
Nathalia Crane
And the eyes of all look upward seeing sign-word drawing nigh,
The stony wings of Egypt coming back across the sky;We hear the clinking tamborine of Miriam anew;
We believe in every miracle since Lindbergh flew the blue - The wonder of the long draw when the bowstring is a thread -
The beauty of a courage that can raise the wings of lead.
Nathalia Crane