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FIVE PRAYERS
To taste
Wild wine of the mountain-spring, fresh, living, strong,
Running and rushing like a triumph-song
Round hearts new-braced:
To smell
A growing cowslip, some glad morn of Spring,
And breathe the breath of every fragrant thing
From every bell:
To touch
A sliding wavelet, supple, smooth and thin,—
Just ere the pois’d and perfect crests begin
To bend too much:
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