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And hold the sunshine in its lap, 

 And bow to everything; 



And thread the dews all night, like pearls, 



And make itself so fine 

 A duchess were too common 



For such a noticing. 



And even when it dies, to pass 



In odors so divine 

 As lowly spices gone to sleep, 



Or amulets of pine. 



And then to dwell in sovereign barns, 



And dream the days away 

 The grass so little has to do, 



I wish I were the hay! 



GREEN THINGS GROWING 



BY DINAH MARIA MULOCK 



OH, THE green things growing, the green things 



growing, 



The faint sweet smell of the green things growing! 

 I should like to live, whether I smile or grieve, 

 Just to watch the happy life of my green things 



growing. 



Oh, the fluttering and the pattering of those green 

 things growing! 



