Stones from The Quarry or, Moods of Mind. By Henry Browne [i.e. Henry Ellison] |
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“THE TREES OF THE LORD ARE FULL
OF SAP.” |
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“THE TREES OF THE LORD ARE FULL OF SAP.”
Are ye not glad, ye beautiful and grand,Ye Trees of God, that climb the mountain-steep,
And answer to the sea-waves with your deep
And solemn roar; green billows of the land,
That surge and toss on it, as those on strand?
Are ye not glad, when His great winds which sweep
And cleanse earth, sea, and air, bid ye too keep
Your green robes pure, and only those to stand
That bide the buffet? When Aurora's lips
With dewy breathings clear the path of day
From vapours, and the light winds stir your tips,
Murmurs each leaf its morning-hymn, each spray;
The flowers are glad and gladden, while soft sips
The bee; the weed is glad, too, in its way.
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