 | The poems of Madison Cawein |  |
IV
On us, so fondly fain
To tell what mother-pain
Of Nature haunts the rain.
To tell what mother-pain
Of Nature haunts the rain.
On us, so glad to show
What sorrow wings the snow,
And her wild winds that blow.
What sorrow wings the snow,
And her wild winds that blow.
Us, who interpret right
Her mystic rose of light,
Her moony rune of night.
Her mystic rose of light,
Her moony rune of night.
Us, who have utterance for
Each warm, flame-hearted star
That stammers from afar.
Each warm, flame-hearted star
That stammers from afar.
Who hear the tears and sighs
Of every bud that dies
While heav'n's dew on it lies.
Of every bud that dies
While heav'n's dew on it lies.
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Who see the power that dowers
The wildwood bosks and bowers
With musk and sap of flowers.
The wildwood bosks and bowers
With musk and sap of flowers.
Who see what no man sees
In water, earth and breeze,
And in the hearts of trees.
In water, earth and breeze,
And in the hearts of trees.
Turn not away Thy light,
O God!—Our strength is slight!
Help us who breast the height!
Have mercy, Infinite!
Have mercy!
O God!—Our strength is slight!
Help us who breast the height!
Have mercy, Infinite!
Have mercy!
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