Dinah Maria Craik (Дина Мария Крейк)
A Word in Season
"THIS is a day the Lord hath made."--Thus spake The good religious heart, unstained, unworn, Watching the golden glory of the morn.-- Since, on each happy day that came to break Like sunlight o'er this silent life of mine, Yea, on each beauteous morning I saw shine, I have remembered these your words, rejoiced And been glad in it. So, o'er many-voiced Tumultuous harmonies of tropic seas, Which chant an everlasting farewell grand Between ourselves and you and the old land, Receive this token: many words chance-sown May oftentimes have taken root and grown, To bear food fruit perennially, like these.
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