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 It shall ease thy mortal strife

'Gainst the immortal woe of life,

Till thyself, restored, shall prove

By what grace the Heavens do move.

Take of English flowers these—

Spring's full-faced primroses,

Summer's wild wide-hearted rose,

Autumn's wall-flower of the close,

And, thy darkness to illume,

Winter's bee-thronged ivy-bloom.

Seek and serve them where they bide

From Candlemas to Christmas-tide,

For these simples, used aright,

Can restore a failing sight.

These shall cleanse and purify

Webbed and inward- turning eye;

These shall show thee treasure hid,

Thy familiar fields amid;

And reveal (which is thy need)

Every man a King indeed!





the grass shake in the sun for leagues on either hand,

I see a river loop and run about a treeless land—

An empty plain, a steely pond, a distance diamond-clear,

And low blue naked hills beyond. And what is that to fear?"

"Go softly by that river-side or, when you would depart,

You'll find its every winding tied and knotted round your heart.

Be wary as the seasons pass, or you may ne'er outrun

The wind that sets that yellowed grass a-shiver 'neath the Sun."

