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Edith Nesbit - At Evening Time There Shall Be Light
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THE day was wild with wind and rain, 
    One grey wrapped sky and sea and shore, 
It seemed our marsh would never again 
    Wear the rich robes that once it wore. 
The scattered farms looked sad and chill, 
    Their sheltering trees writhed all awry, 
And waves of mist broke on the hill 
    Where once the great sea thundered by. 


Then God remembered this His land, 
    This little land that is our own, 
He caught the rain up in His hand, 
    He hid the winds behind His throne, 
He soothed the fretful waves to rest, 
    He called the clouds to come away, 
And, by blue pathways, to the west, 
    They went, like children tired of play.


And then God bade our marsh put on 
    Its holy vestment of fine gold; 
From marge to marge the glory shone 
    On lichened farm and fence and fold; 
In the gold sky that walled the west, 
    In each transfigured stone and tree, 
The glory of God was manifest, 
    Plain for a little child to see!
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