JG 11 heaven stoops to draw the ocean-mist, 
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The lowly land looks skyward for its rain 
The seasons need the sun to keep their tryst 
earth, and make the dour world glad again 
-hidden well-springs feed the hungry soil, 
river slakes its thirst at many streams ; 
turns to day for realty and toil, 
day to night for solacement in dreams. 
There is no thing in all creation free : 
One needs the other—all depend on God. 
The bird looks for its lodgement to the tree, 
The tree must fix its roots beneath the sod. 
Then, heart-I-love, no more in pride refuse 
My willing service—all I have to give. 
Were it for this alone, I still would choose, 
In spite of pain and poverty,, to live. 
