A
Prayer in Spring
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far
away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of
the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else
by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The
swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting
bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in
with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this
is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God
above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that
we fulfill.
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