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 Patiently, and long he wrought.... Then, when rains of rapture fell, Lo, the miracle! Not alone in larger measure Smiling shone the heaven-sent treasure, But, within the hollowing Of the torn and broken earth, See, Oh see! a living spring Blasted into birth! Daily, daily, more and more Drawing from its unseen store: Gushing, rushing, welling free, Welling, swelling, filling up Even this, my deepen’d cup.— Filling up? Ay! brimming over.... Oh! it is too much for me. To the All-holding Reservoirs, To the never-sounded Sea, Of Your Joy, O Heart Divine! Take the overflow of mine. (She stands silent.)





“Hey, Brothers!” “Ho, Brother!” “Where are you?” “In the heart of this Pine, Helping it secretly smell and shine.”— “Changing its coat for this drop of dew From fire and crimson to pearl and blue.”—