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I	A
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Over the broken world the dark gone by	A
Horror of outcast darkness torn with wars	B
And timeless agony	C
Of the white fire heaped high by blinded Stars	D
Unfaltering unaghast	E
Out of the midmost Fire	F
At last at last	E
Cry	A
O darkness' one desire	F
O darkness have you heard	E
Black Chaos blindly striving towards the Word	E
The Cry	A
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Behold thy conqueror Death	G
Behold behold from whom	H
It flutters forth that triumph of First Breath	G
Victorious one that can but breathe and cling	I
This pulsing flower this weaker than a wing	I
Halcyon thing	I
Cradled above unfathomable doom	H
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II	A
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Under my feet O Death	G
Under my trembling feet	E
Back through the gates of hell now give me way	J
I come I bring new Breath	G
Over the trampled shards of mine own clay	J
That smoulder still and burn	K
Lo I return	K
Hail singing Light that floats	L
Pulsing with chorused motes	L
Hail to thee Sun that lookest on all lands	M
And take thou from my weak undying hands	M
A precious thing unblemished undefiled	E
Here on my heart uplift	E
Behold the Gift	E
Thy glory and my glory and my child	E
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III	A
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And our eyes were opened eyes that had been holden	N
And I saw the world and the fruits thereof	O
And I saw their glories scarlet stained and golden	N
All a crumbled dust beneath the feet of Love	O
And I saw their dreams all of nothing worth	P
But a path for Love for Him to walk above	O
And I saw new heaven and new earth	P
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IV	O
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The grass is full of murmurs	Q
The sky is full of wings	R
The earth is full of breath	G
With voices choir on choir	F
With tongues of fire	F
They sing how Life out sings	R
Out numbers Death	G
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V	O
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Who are these that fly	A
As doves and as doves to the windows	S
Doves like hovering dreams round Love that slumbereth	G
Silvering clouds blown by	A
Doves and doves to the windows	S
Warm through the radiant sky their wings beat breath	G
They are the world's new born	T
Doves doves to the windows	S
Lighting as flakes of snow	U
Lighting as flakes of flame	V
Some to the fair sown furrows	S
Some to the huts and burrows	S
Choked of the mire and thorn	T
Deep in the city's shame	V
Wind scattered wreaths they go	U
Doves and doves to the windows	S
Some for worshipping arms to shelter and fold and shrine	W
Some to be torn and trodden	N
Withered and waste and sodden	N
Pitiful sacred leaves from Life's dishonored vine	W
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VI	A
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O Vine of Life that in these reaching fingers	S
Urges a sunward way	J
Hold here and climb and halt not that there lingers	S
So far outstripped my halting wistful clay	J
Make here thy foothold of my rapturous heart	E
Yea though the tendrils start	E
To hold and twine	W
I am the heart that nursed	E
Thy sunward thirst	E
A little while a little while O Vine	W
My own and never mine	W
Feed thy sweet roots with me	O
Abundantly	O
O wonder wildness of the pushing Bud	E
With hunger at the flood	E
Climb on and seek and spurn	K
Let my dull spirit learn	K
To follow with its longing as it may	J
While thou seek higher day	J
But thou the reach of my own heart's desire	F
Be free as fire	F
Still climb and cling and so	U
Outstrip outgrow	U
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O Vine of Life my own and not my own	X
So far am I outgrown	X
High as I may I lift thee Soul's Desire	F
Lift thou me higher	F
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And thou Wayfaring Woman whom I meet	E
On all the highways every brimming street	E
Lady Demeter is it thou grown gaunt	E
With work and want	E
At last and with what shamed and stricken eyes	S
I see through thy disguise	S
Of drudge and Exile even the holy boon	Y
That silvers yonder in the Harvest moon	Y
That dimly under glows	S
The furrows of thy worn immortal face	S
With mother grace	S
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O Queen and Burden bearer what of those	S
To whom thou gavest the lily and the rose	S
Of thy far youth For whom	H
Out of the wondrous loom	H
Of thine enduring body thou didst make	Z
Garments of beauty cunningly adorned	E
But only for Death's sake	Z
Largess of life but to lie waste and scorned	E
Could not such cost of pain	A2
Nor daily utmost of thy toil prevail	B2
But they must fade and pale	B2
And wither from thy desolated throne	X
And still no Summer give thee back again	C2
Thine own	X
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Lady of Sorrows Mother Drudge august	E
Behold me in the dust	E

Josephine Preston Peabody

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