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Thinking only at long whiles, in summer dusks,Of hushed paths where hurrying feet have never trodden,Of cool lanes white in the splendor of the rising moon.Clifford Franklin GesslerPoetry, A Magazine of Verse


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Now I know why ivy Climbs against the wallStriving to be graceful, Greener and more tall.
Now I see why swallows Sweep across the skyIn their swift excitement, Shrilling as they fly.
Now I hear all music says; The stream's low murmuring.Now I know why gardens grow And birds forever sing.
All of earth and heaven, God's grandeur, with the rest,I glimpse in flashing worship While I lie against your breast.
The Boston TranscriptCaroline Giltinan

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