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COMMUNITY
Of all her joys the Earth has need;
The kindly Mother finds her part
In plumping nut, and feathering seed,
And heart that ripens upon heart.
The kindly Mother finds her part
In plumping nut, and feathering seed,
And heart that ripens upon heart.
Her gifts to her own breast return—
Pride of the marshall'd spears of grain,
Passion of clouds that flush and burn,
And love's pulsating old refrain.
Pride of the marshall'd spears of grain,
Passion of clouds that flush and burn,
And love's pulsating old refrain.
With all her infants' glee is stirred
The spirit within her, grave and sweet,
The leap of lamb, the cry of bird,
And hands that touch and lips that meet.
The spirit within her, grave and sweet,
The leap of lamb, the cry of bird,
And hands that touch and lips that meet.
And it may be that half her store
Of life and warmth is treasured up
From hearts like ours, her wine that bore,
And danced her dance, and crown'd her cup.
Of life and warmth is treasured up
From hearts like ours, her wine that bore,
And danced her dance, and crown'd her cup.
O blind it were to deem that we
Are in our proper bliss inisled!
The old Mother own'd community
Who bended over us and smiled.
Are in our proper bliss inisled!
The old Mother own'd community
Who bended over us and smiled.
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