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Show GREAT IS TODAY. Out on a world that's gone to weedi The great tall com la still strong In hU Md; ' Puuit her breast with laughter, put song in yonr toU, , Tho heart ta Mill young In the mother aotl; There's sunshine and bird aoug, and rod and whlt i clover, 1 And lore lire jet, world under and over. The light's white as ever, bow and bolleva; j Clearer dew did uot glisten round Adain and Eve, Never bluer heavens nor Greener od Suico the round world rolled from the hand of God; I There's a sun to go down, to come up again, There are uew moons to tllf when tho old inoona Is wUdow dpart store Plato "a no more Who'll that babe be, In yon cottage doorT While your Shakespeare, your Milton, takes hlB place In the tomb, ; Ills brother la stirring In the good mother womb: There's glancing of daisies and running of brooks, J Ay, lifo enough left to write Ln the books. j The world's not all wisdom, nor poems, nor flow- ; era, ! But each day has the same good twenty-four , hours, j The samo light, the same nlghtl For your Jacobs, no tears; I They see the Rachels ot the end of the years: There's waving of wheat, and the tall, strong corn. And his heart blood Is water, that tdtteih forlorn. John Vance Cheney In The Century. |