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I	A
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Now in the thousandth year	B
When April's near	B
Now comes it that the great ones of the earth	C
Take all their mirth	C
Away with them far off to orchard places	D
Nor they nor Solomon arrayed like these	E
To sun themselves at ease	E
To breathe of wind swept spaces	D
To see some miracle of leafy graces	F
To catch the out flowing rapture of the trees	E
Considering the lilies	E
Yes And when	G
Shall they consider Men	G
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O showering May clad tree	H
Bear yet awhile with me	H
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II	A
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For now at last they have beheld the trees	E
Lo even these	E
The men of sounding laughter and low fears	I
The women of light laughter and no tears	J
The great ones of the town	K
And those of most renown	K
That once sold doves now grown so pennywise	J
To bargain with forlorner merchandise	J
They buy and sell they buy and sell again	G
The life long toil of men	G
Worn with their market strife to dispossess	J
The blind the fatherless	J
They too go forth to breathe of budding trees	J
And woods with beckoning wonders new unfurled	L
Yes even these	J
The money changers and the Pharisees	J
The rulers of the darkness of this world	L
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O choiring Summer tree	H
Bear yet awhile with me	H
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III	A
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For now behold their heart's desire is thrall	M
To simpleness O new delight unguessed	L
In very rest	L
And precious beyond all	M
A garden place a garden with a wall	M
To the green earth All bountiful to bless	J
Hearts sickening with excess	J
To the green earth whose blithe replenishments	J
Shall fresh the jaded sense	J
To the green earth the dust corrupted soul	N
Returns to be made whole	N
For now it comes indeed	L
They will go forth all they to see a reed	L
So shaken by the wind	L
Men are no longer blind	L
To aught save human kind	L
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O mellowing August tree	H
Bear yet awhile with me	H
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IV	-
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The wonder this For some there are no trees	J
Or in the trees no beauty and no mirth	C
Those dullest millions pent	L
In life long banishment	L
From all the gifts and creatures of the earth	C
Shut in the inner darkness of the town	K
Those blighted things you see	H
But the Sun sees not at its going down	K
Warped outcasts of some human forestry	H
Blind victims of the blind	L
Wreckt ones and dark of mind	L
With the poor fruit after their piteous kind	L
And if you take some Old One to the fields	J
To see what Nature yields	J
With fullest hands to men already free	H
It well may be	H
As on some indecipherable book	O
The Guest will look	O
With eyes too old too old too dim to see	H
Too old too old to learn	P
Or to discern	P
Before it slips away	Q
The joy of such a late half holiday	Q
Proffer those starved eyes your belated cup	R
They look not up	R
Too late too late for any sky to do	L
Brief kindness with its blue	L
And what behold they then	G
In the shamed moment when	G
Old eyes bow down again	G
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Down in the night and blackness of the heart	L
The drowned things start	L
And he recks nothing of the meadow air	S
Because of what is There	S
Lost things of hope and sorrow without tongue	T
The human lilies sprung	T
Out of the ooze and trodden	U
Even as they breathed and clung	T
Lost lilies bruised and sodden	U
Lost faces gleaming there	S
Where misery blasphemes the sacred young	T
Mute outcry most of those	J
Small suffering hands defrauded of their rose	J
Faces the daylight shuns	J
Ruinous faces of the little ones	J
Pale witness unaware	S
Starved lips and withering blood	L
O broken in the bud	L
Blank eyes and blighted hair	S
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O golden golden tree	H
Bear yet awhile with me	H
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So is it haply when	G
Dull eyes look up and then	G
Dull eyes look down again	G
Waste no vain holiday on such as these	J
For them there is no joy in blossomed trees	J
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V	H
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For them there is no joy in blossomed trees	J
And with what eye shut ease	J
We leave them at the last for company	H
The Tree	H
Whose two stark boughs no springtime yet unfurled	L
Ever since time began	V
Nor bloom so strange to see	H
Behold the Man	V
With His two arms outstretched to fold the world	L
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O do you remember How it came to be	H
Far golden windows gazing from the shore	W
Golden ebb of daylight heart could hold no more	W
Belov d and Belov d and the sea	H
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Westward the sun low slow and golden	U
Eastward the moon climbed honey pale	X
O do you remember while our eyes were holden	U
Close close upon us the Golden Sail	X
Wind swift she came thing of living flame	Y
Sea breathing Glory to make the heart afraid	L
The ripples fold on fold	L
Of coiling gold	L
Trailing a thousand ways	J
Her golden maze	J
Rocked in a golden tumult every one	U
The gondolas the ships	J
Westward she made	L
A portent from the sky gone by gone by	A
To golden far eclipse	J
Into the Sun	U
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Behold a mystery	H
That shook to golden throbbing all the sea	H
Oh and what needed one more wonder be	H
For thee and me Belov d thee and me	H

Josephine Preston Peabody

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