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Beautiful Mother I have toiled all day	A
And I am wearied And the day is done	B
Now while the wild brooks run	B
Soft by the furrows fading gold to gray	A
Their laughters turned to musing ah let me	C
Hide here my face at thine unheeding knee	C
Beautiful Mother if I be thy son	B
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The birds fly low Gulls starlings hoverers	D
Along the meadows and the paling foam	E
All wings of thine that roam	E
Fly down fly down One reedy murmur blurs	D
The silence of the earth and from the warm	F
Face of the field the upward savors swarm	F
Into the darkness And the herds are home	E
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All they are stalled and folded for their rest	G
The creatures cloud fleece young that leap and veer	H
Mad mane and gentle ear	I
And breath of loving kindness And that best	G
O shaggy house mate watching me from far	J
With human aching heart as I a star	J
Tempest of plum d joys just to be near	H
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So close so like so dear and whom I love	K
More than thou lovest them or lovest me	C
So beautiful to see	C
Ah and to touch When those far lights above	K
Scorch me with farness lights that call and call	L
To the far heart and answer not at all	L
Save that they will not let the darkness be	C
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And what am I That I alone of these	D
Make me most glad at noon That I should mark	M
The after glow go dark	M
This hour to sing but never have heart's ease	D
That when the sorrowing winds fly low and croon	N
Outside our happy windows their old rune	N
Beautiful Mother I must wake and hark	M
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Who am I Why for me this iron Must	O
Burden the moon white ox would never bear	P
Load that he cannot share	P
He thine imperial hostage of the dust	O
Else should I look to see the god's surprise	D
Flow from his great unscornful lovely eyes	D
The ox thou gavest to partake my care	P
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Yea all they bear their yoke of sun filled hours	D
I lord at noon at nightfall no more free	C
Take on more heavily	C
The yoke of hid intolerable Powers	D
Then pushes here in my forgetful hand	Q
This near one's breathless plea to understand	Q
Starward I look he even so at me	C
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And she who shines within my house my sight	R
Of the heart's eyes my hearth glow and my rain	S
My singing's one refrain	S
Are there for her no tidings from the height	R
For her my solace likewise lost and far	J
Islanded with me here on this lone star	J
Washed by the ceaseless tides of dark and light	R
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What shall it profit that I built for her	T
A little wayside shelter from the stark	M
Sky that we hear and mark	M
Lo in her eyes all dreams that ever were	T
And cheek to cheek with me she shares the quest	G
Her heart as mine for her sole tented rest	G
From light to light of day from dark till Dark	M
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Yea but for her how should I greatly care	P
Whither and whence But that the dark should blast	U
Our bright To hold her fast	U
Yet feel this dread creep gray along the air	P
To know I cannot hold her so my own	V
But under surge of joy the surges moan	V
That threaten us with parting at the last	U
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Beautiful Mother I am not thy son	B
I know from echoes far behind the sky	W
I know I know not why	W
Even from thy golden wide oblivion	B
Thy careless leave to help thy harvesting	X
Thy leave to work a little live and sing	X
Thy leave to suffer yea to sing and die	W
Beautiful Mother	T
Ah Whose child am I	W
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Love sang to me And I went down the stair	P
And out into the darkness and the dew	Y
And bowed myself unto the little grass	D
And the blind herbs and the unshapen dust	O
Of earth without a face So let me be	C
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For as I hear the singing makes of me	C
My own desire and momently I grow	Z
Yea all the while with hands of melody	C
The singing makes me out of what I was	D
Even as a potter shaping Eden clay	A
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Ever Love sings and saith in words that sing	X
'Beloved thus art thou and even so	Z
Lovely art thou Beloved ' Even so	Z
As the Sea weaves her path before the light	R
I hear I hear and I am glorified	A2
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Love sang to me and I am glorified	A2
Because of some commandment in the stars	D
And I shall grow in favour and in shining	X
Till at the last I am all beautiful	B2
Beautiful for the day Love sings no more	C2

Josephine Preston Peabody

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