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Five Prayers
TO taste
Wild wine of the mountain-spring, fresh, living, strong,
Running and rushing like a triumph-song
Round hearts new-braced:
To smell
A growing cowslip, some glad morn of Spring,
And breathe the breath of every fragrant thing
From every bell:
To touch
A sliding wavelet, supple, smooth and thin,—
Just ere the pois’d and perfect crests begin
To bend too much:
To hear
Amid May twilight, by the murmuring sea,
Some blackbird warbling from a budded tree,
Tender and clear:
To see
Down young rose-petals how the deepening light
Glides gradually, till, somewhere out of sight,
What light must be!—
O Thou, intense
Rapture of Beauty! All-pervading Lord!
Is not this worship? So art Thou ador’d
By every sense
poem
by
Blanche Edith Baughan
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