Showing our pettiness beside God's truth,

Besides His age our poor, unlearned youth.

The earth yearns forth, impatient for the days

Of its maturity, the ample sweets

Of Summer's fulness; and its great heart beats

With a fierce restlessness, for Spring delays

Seeing her giddy reign end all too soon,

Her bud-crown ravished by the hand of June.

And I,—I shall be happy,—promise me

This one small thing, Beloved, for I long

For happiness as the caged bird for song.

Not where four walls close in the melody

I want the fresh, sweet air, the water's gush,

The strong, sane life with thee, the summer hush.

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A Song of Dawn.

In the east a lightening;

Where the woods are chill

Moves an unseen finger,

Wakes a sudden thrill;

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