STRAY BIRDS
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"Moon, for what do you wait?"
"To salute the sun for whom I must make way."
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The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
32
His own mornings are new surprises to God.
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Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth by the claims of love.
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The dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.
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