Forest Path

CHILDREN'S BOOKS

TO MAKE THE HEART SOAR

And for all this, nature is never spent;

     There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;

And though the last lights off the black West went

     Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward springs

Because the Holy Ghost over the bent

     World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings

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