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Show -V 1 sj -- .i. j " FRUITION. ' afJT7?" "-i. , "' Edward H. S. Terry. f ' "" Even the field must feel the sense of pride When all the grain it nourished is full-grown And hides its scarred brown face and many a stono With waving beauty, like a golden tide. Surely the apple-tree's old boughs flung wide, Holding the ripened fruit, some joy have known, And the evening-primrose that was once full-blown Knew some moth's kiss by moonlight ere it died. X These things attained the end for which they came Oh, would that we in our more zealous life Might gain the thing so surely that we sought, Might ripen soul's fruit with a heavenly flame, And pare the red rind with Truth for a knife, And see the pulp within, that we have brought! |