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crumbling banks. The thrifty river takes 

 all, but cannot store it within its own proper 

 channel. That were hazardous, indeed. A 

 little while, and its bed would be dry land. 

 So the wild current sweeps it aside, flinging 

 it out to the eddy waters that run back to 

 the hills. Therein all the fine, small grains 

 fall slowly, slowly, till when the waters go 

 out they leave a new earth behind. 



New earth, new life. After it, over it, 

 what grass shall laugh to sunlight ! What 

 corn shall toss i' the wind ! What bursting 

 plenty in barn and byre ! What grace of new, 

 strange water-sown flowers ! What strength 

 and fulness of leaf and root. As stars keep 

 their allotted courses, so, too, do wind and 

 water and pelting cloud work together that 

 this our earth may be fruitful, green, and 

 good. 



