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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368588" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Path Through The Corn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368588" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">WAVY and bright in the summer air, <br>Like a pleasant sea when the wind blows fair, <br>And its roughest breath has scarcely curled <br>The green highway to a distant world,-- <br>Soft whispers passing from shore to shore, <br>As from hearts content, yet desiring more-- <br>Who feels forlorn, <br>Wandering thus down the path through the corn? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368588" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A short space since, and the dead leaves lay <br>Mouldering under the hedgerow gray, <br>Nor hum of insect, nor voice of bird, <br>O'er the desolate field was ever heard; <br>Only at eve the pallid snow <br>Blushed rose-red in the red sun-glow; <br>Till, one blest morn, <br>Shot up into life the young green corn. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368588" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Small and feeble, slender and pale, <br>It bent its head to the winter gale, <br>Hearkened the wren's soft note of cheer, <br>Hardly believing spring was near: <br>Saw chestnuts bud out and campions blow, <br>And daisies mimic the vanished snow <br>Where it was born, <br>On either side of the path through the corn. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368588" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The corn, the corn, the beautiful corn, <br>Rising wonderful, morn by morn: <br>First, scarce as high as a fairy's wand, <br>Then, just in reach of a child's wee hand; <br>Then growing, growing, tall, brave, and strong: <br>With the voice of new harvests in its song; <br>While in fond scorn <br>The lark out-carols the whispering corn. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368588" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A strange, sweet path, formed day by day, <br>How, when, and wherefore, we cannot say, <br>No more than of our life-paths we know, <br>Whither they lead us, why we go; <br>Or whether our eyes shall ever see <br>The wheat in the ear or the fruit on the tree; <br>Yet, who's forlorn?-- <br>He who watered the furrows can ripen the corn.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Dinah+Maria+Mulock+Craik">Dinah Maria Mulock Craik</a></strong></div>

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