 | Poems by Julia C. R. Dorr |  |
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OVER AND OVER
“Just the same thing over and over!”
But that is the way of the world, my dear;
Over and over, over and over,
Old things repeated from year to year!
But that is the way of the world, my dear;
Over and over, over and over,
Old things repeated from year to year!
Hear what the sun saith: “Patient still,
The vaulted heavens I climb and climb,
Over and over with tireless will,
Day after day till the end of time!
The vaulted heavens I climb and climb,
Over and over with tireless will,
Day after day till the end of time!
“Never a pause and never a rest;
Yet every morning the earth is new,
And ever the clouds in the golden west
Have a fresh glory shining through.”
Yet every morning the earth is new,
And ever the clouds in the golden west
Have a fresh glory shining through.”
Hear what the grass saith: “Up the hills
And through the orchard I creep and creep,
Over the meadows, and where the rills
Laugh in the shadows cool and deep.
And through the orchard I creep and creep,
Over the meadows, and where the rills
Laugh in the shadows cool and deep.
“Every spring it is just the same!
And because it is, I am sure to see
The oriole's flash of vivid flame
In the pink-white bloom of the apple-tree.”
And because it is, I am sure to see
The oriole's flash of vivid flame
In the pink-white bloom of the apple-tree.”
Hear what dear Love saith: “Ah, I hear
The same old story over and over;
Mother and maiden year by year
Whisper it still to child and lover!
The same old story over and over;
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Whisper it still to child and lover!
“But sweeter it grows from age to age,
The song begotten so long ago,
When first man came to his heritage,
And walked with God in the even-glow.”
The song begotten so long ago,
When first man came to his heritage,
And walked with God in the even-glow.”
| Poems by Julia C. R. Dorr | |