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A JUNE MORNING
I
Out from the Forest's
Flecked shade of the hornbeams,
From network of branches
Fantastically woven,
Out on to the roadway
Flecked shade of the hornbeams,
From network of branches
Fantastically woven,
Out on to the roadway
Where broad spreads the sunlight:
By cottagers' gardens
Aglow with their roses,
Their virginal lilies,
Their bee-haunted woodbine,
By cottagers' gardens
Aglow with their roses,
Their virginal lilies,
Their bee-haunted woodbine,
I pass this June morning:
My heart-beat as buoyant
As lark in the blue sky,
As butterfly dancing
From blossom to blossom,
My heart-beat as buoyant
As lark in the blue sky,
As butterfly dancing
From blossom to blossom,
Gay thief of their dainties,
'Mid the soft breeze's wafting.
O World, and how well
Is it here to be breathing
This brave summer springtide!
'Mid the soft breeze's wafting.
O World, and how well
Is it here to be breathing
This brave summer springtide!
II
Dear Heart, and beside me
Art thou my companion,
Thou and I once united
Of God 'neath His gracious
Serene benediction:
Art thou my companion,
Thou and I once united
Of God 'neath His gracious
Serene benediction:
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Hand in hand, heart in heart,
Going onward to share in
Inexhaustible wonders
He in store hath prepared
For His people's contentment;
Going onward to share in
Inexhaustible wonders
He in store hath prepared
For His people's contentment;
For alert eyes' entrancement,
For thought to unravel,
Their spirits exulting
Through each sense receptive
Of infinite beauty!
For thought to unravel,
Their spirits exulting
Through each sense receptive
Of infinite beauty!
III
Te Deum laudamus!
Ah! linger awhile, Sweet!
Let the day with its glory
Sink in and absorb us:
As a strong swimmer yields
Ah! linger awhile, Sweet!
Let the day with its glory
Sink in and absorb us:
As a strong swimmer yields
To the water's embraces;
As seer in a rapture,
Lo! suddenly lifted
Hath unveiled him awhile clear
Celestial secrets;
As seer in a rapture,
Lo! suddenly lifted
Hath unveiled him awhile clear
Celestial secrets;
As a lover that hath found
After vain bitter wandering
The one face that haunts him,
The one voice to welcome him
Home at the last!
After vain bitter wandering
The one face that haunts him,
The one voice to welcome him
Home at the last!
May 23rd, 1920.
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