THE PADDOCK
Patiently, and long he wrought....
Then, when rains of rapture fell,
Lo, the miracle!
Not alone in larger measure
Smiling shone the heaven-sent treasure,
But, within the hollowing
Of the torn and broken earth,
See, Oh see! a living spring
Blasted into birth!
Daily, daily, more and more
Drawing from its unseen store:
Gushing, rushing, welling free,
Welling, swelling, filling up
Even this, my deepen’d cup.—
Filling up? Ay! brimming over....
Oh! it is too much for me.
To the All-holding Reservoirs,
To the never-sounded Sea,
Of Your Joy, O Heart Divine!
Take the overflow of mine.
(She stands silent.)
Song of the Sunbeams and Strawberries.
“Hey, Brothers!”
“Ho, Brother!”
“Where are you?”
“In the heart of this Pine,
Helping it secretly smell and shine.”—
“Changing its coat for this drop of dew
From fire and crimson to pearl and blue.”—
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