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The rock meets the fern's soft caress,
And that flower that meek salutation
Sends starward, looks timid to earth.
And that flower that meek salutation
Sends starward, looks timid to earth.
Ah! the lark in the cloud-rack bathes,
And drinks at the air's still fountains,
And is he not thirstless and pure?
And drinks at the air's still fountains,
And is he not thirstless and pure?
O for life that is life!—
Joy in being; hopes o'er-filling
The blessed to-day with to-morrow,
Faith, the queenly, that rules all hap;
The blessed to-day with to-morrow,
Faith, the queenly, that rules all hap;
Love, the ever-compassionate,
The dear love of man and of woman,
That affection whose sweets hide no sting!
The dear love of man and of woman,
That affection whose sweets hide no sting!
O bitter! that ever the heart,
Still asking impossible treasure,
Should cast from it aught that is loving!
Still asking impossible treasure,
Should cast from it aught that is loving!
