smsnia oIinor.yi. r. )r=rl/-fnt»o r.^ .„ 
great day wlien'fim( 
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“0 dreary life,” we cry, “dreary life i” 
ind still the geaerations of the birds 
Smg through our sighing, and the flocks and herd< 
Seienly live while we are keeping strife 
1 1 heaven’s true purpose in us, as a knife 
Agamst whicli we may struggle. Ocean girds 
s aokenfed the dry land ; savanna swards 
Jleek ^ ""'^orn ; and ripe 
Jleek leaves drop yearly from the forest trees. 
To show above the unwasted stars that pass 
0 their old glory. 0 thou God of old 
^lant me some smaller grace than comes to these 
Kut so mueli patience, as a blade of grass 
throws by, contented through the heat and cold ! 
■Mrs. Browning, ' 
