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God's World
O world, I cannot hold thee close
enough!
Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
Thy
mists that roll and rise!
Thy woods this autumn day, that ache and sag
And
all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the
lean of that black bluff!
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!
Long have I known a glory in it all,
But never knew I
this;
Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart, -- Lord,
I do fear
Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year;
My soul is all
but out of me, -- let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.
From: Rittenhouse, Jessie B.
The Second Book of Modern Verse (1919).
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
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