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Robert Browning - Among The Rocks
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Oh, good gigantic smile o` the brown old earth,
     This autumn morning! How he sets his bones 
   To bask i` the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet 
   For the ripple to run over in its mirth;
     Listening the while, where on the heap of stones 
   The white breast of the sea-lark twitters sweet.
   That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true;
     Such is life`s trial, as old earth smiles and knows. 
   If you loved only what were worth your love,
  Love were clear gain, and wholly well for you:
    Make the low nature better by your throes! 
  Give earth yourself, go up for gain above!
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