  Morning and night I bring Clear water from the spring, And through the lyric noon I hear the larks in tune, And when the shadows fall There’s providence for all. My garden is alight With currants red and white; And my blue curtains peep On starry courses deep, When down her silver tides The moon on Cotswold rides. My path of paven grey Is thoroughfare all day For fellowship, till time Bids us with candles climb The little whitewashed stair Above my lavender. |
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