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TWO GIFTS
Tall on a mound in Paradise,
The Father scanned with earnestness
The new—made wonder that his love
And wealth and skill desired to dress.
“The growing-time has come to pass,”
Said God; and Earth was bright with Grass.
The Father scanned with earnestness
The new—made wonder that his love
And wealth and skill desired to dress.
“The growing-time has come to pass,”
Said God; and Earth was bright with Grass.
Watching the flowerless leagues of green,
The Daisies on the mound began
To beg that some of them might go
To sit in fields and wait for Man.
“Your travelling-time has come to pass,”
Said God; “improve my gift of Grass.”
The Daisies on the mound began
To beg that some of them might go
To sit in fields and wait for Man.
“Your travelling-time has come to pass,”
Said God; “improve my gift of Grass.”
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