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Dinah Maria Mulock - Green Things Growing
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O the green things growing, the green things growing,
The faint sweet smell of the green things growing!
I should like to live, whether I smile or grieve,
Just to watch the happy life of my green things growing.

O the fluttering and the pattering of those green things growing!
How they talk each to each, when none of us are knowing;
In the wonderful white of the weird moonlight
Or the dim dreamy dawn when the cocks are crowing.

I love, I love them so - my green things growing!
And I think that they love me, without false showing;
For by many a tender touch, they comfort me so much,
With the soft mute comfort of green things growing.

And in the rich store of their blossoms glowing
Ten for one I take they`re on me bestowing:
Oh, I should like to see, if God`s will it may be,
Many, many a summer of my green things growing!

But if I must be gathered for the angel`s sowing,
Sleep out of sight awhile, like the green things growing,
Though dust to dust return, I think I`ll scarcely mourn,
If I may change into green things growing.
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