Therefore awake,
Throw out thy white arms wide
To clasp unto thyself in joyous pride
The sun's warm husbandry, and gladly take
Thy full of life, before the dark storms break.
Security
"I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills."
THE smooth and rounded rhythm of the hills;
The rugged rhyme of mountains; the strong flow
Of the epic river, sweeping where it wills;
The brook's light lyric straying to and fro;
All the clean scents of flower and farm and earth
Wet with the downpour of straight summer rain;
Day's flaming death, cool Dawn's more tender birth,
And Noon's unchanging blue; and in the lane
Tall foxgloves, roses, and the singing birds;
The whispered music of the riverside;
The pleasant milky smell of evening herds;
And, over all, the jade hills windy, wide:
These will I seek, that they may shed on me
The peacefulness of their security.
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