BLUE-EYED GRASS. 



IN the blind meadow, overflowing 

 With sweet, new life in every place, 



Where ferns and lightest grasses growing 

 Mingle in one harmonious grace ; 



O deeper than all conscious being 



Still throbs the quickened pulse of Air, 



For something lies beyond the seeing, 

 Divinely fair ! 



Low down among the daisies lying, 



Near to the great warm heart of Earth, 



My secret clue eludes the trying, 

 Merged in a new and larger birth; 



I lose myself in holy union, 

 I cannot stand and gaze apart, 



In that unbroken, close communion 

 Heart learns of heart. 



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