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'Mid pine woods' whisper and the hum of bees
I heard a voice that was not bee nor wood:
“Here, in the city, Gold has trampled Good.
Come thou, do battle till this strife shall cease!”
I left the mill, the meadows and the trees,
And came to do the little best I could
For these, God's poor; and, oh, my God, I would
I had a thousand lives to give for these!
I heard a voice that was not bee nor wood:
“Here, in the city, Gold has trampled Good.
Come thou, do battle till this strife shall cease!”
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And came to do the little best I could
For these, God's poor; and, oh, my God, I would
I had a thousand lives to give for these!
What can one hand do 'gainst a world of wrong?
Yet, when the voice said, “Come!” how could I stay?
The foe is mighty, and the battle long
(And love is sweet, and there are flowers in May),
And Gold seems weak, and Gold is very strong;
But, while these fight, I dare not turn away.
Yet, when the voice said, “Come!” how could I stay?
The foe is mighty, and the battle long
(And love is sweet, and there are flowers in May),
And Gold seems weak, and Gold is very strong;
But, while these fight, I dare not turn away.
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