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Where the broad light lies wavelessly,
Where the toiling sun has lain,
A tree and its shadow, wondrous still,
Ruling the grassy plain!
Where the toiling sun has lain,
A tree and its shadow, wondrous still,
Ruling the grassy plain!
The river to the distant sea,
Murmuring, murmuring goes;
Type of a life that broods and sings
On unto its quiet close.
Murmuring, murmuring goes;
Type of a life that broods and sings
On unto its quiet close.
Keen firefly in the barberry shade,
That warm'st it with such busy light,
Bear with me—rest is deeper life,
The centering of faith and might.
That warm'st it with such busy light,
Bear with me—rest is deeper life,
The centering of faith and might.
Thanks—that along the shifting sands,
As moves our sleepless tent,
Moments of higher calm are given,
And of more true content!
As moves our sleepless tent,
Moments of higher calm are given,
And of more true content!
