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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420840" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Avis Keene</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ON RECEIVING A BASKET OF SEA-MOSSES.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thanks for thy gift<br>Of ocean flowers,<br>Born where the golden drift<br>Of the slant sunshine falls<br>Down the green, tremulous walls<br>Of water, to the cool, still coral bowers,<br>Where, under rainbows of perpetual showers,<br>God's gardens of the deep<br>His patient angels keep;<br>Gladdening the dim, strange solitude<br>With fairest forms and hues, and thus<br>Forever teaching us<br>The lesson which the many-colored skies,<br>The flowers, and leaves, and painted butterflies,<br>The deer's branched antlers, the gay bird that flings<br>The tropic sunshine from its golden wings,<br>The brightness of the human countenance,<br>Its play of smiles, the magic of a glance,<br>Forevermore repeat,<br>In varied tones and sweet,<br>That beauty, in and of itself, is good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O kind and generous friend, o'er whom<br>The sunset hues of Time are cast,<br>Painting, upon the overpast<br>And scattered clouds of noonday sorrow<br>The promise of a fairer morrow,<br>An earnest of the better life to come;<br>The binding of the spirit broken,<br>The warning to the erring spoken,<br>The comfort of the sad,<br>The eye to see, the hand to cull<br>Of common things the beautiful,<br>The absent heart made glad<br>By simple gift or graceful token<br>Of love it needs as daily food,<br>All own one Source, and all are good<br>Hence, tracking sunny cove and reach,<br>Where spent waves glimmer up the beach,<br>And toss their gifts of weed and shell<br>From foamy curve and combing swell,<br>No unbefitting task was thine<br>To weave these flowers so soft and fair<br>In unison with His design<br>Who loveth beauty everywhere;<br>And makes in every zone and clime,<br>In ocean and in upper air,<br>All things beautiful in their time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For not alone in tones of awe and power<br>He speaks to Inan;<br>The cloudy horror of the thunder-shower<br>His rainbows span;<br>And where the caravan<br>Winds o'er the desert, leaving, as in air<br>The crane-flock leaves, no trace of passage there,<br>He gives the weary eye<br>The palm-leaf shadow for the hot noon hours,<br>And on its branches dry<br>Calls out the acacia's flowers;<br>And where the dark shaft pierces down<br>Beneath the mountain roots,<br>Seen by the miner's lamp alone,<br>The star-like crystal shoots;<br>So, where, the winds and waves below,<br>The coral-branched gardens grow,<br>His climbing weeds and mosses show,<br>Like foliage, on each stony bough,<br>Of varied hues more strangely gay<br>Than forest leaves in autumn's day;--<br>Thus evermore,<br>On sky, and wave, and shore,<br>An all-pervading beauty seems to say<br>God's love and power are one; and they,<br>Who, like the thunder of a sultry day,<br>Smite to restore,<br>And they, who, like the gentle wind, uplift<br>The petals of the dew-wet flowers, and drift<br>Their perfume on the air,<br>Alike may serve Him, each, with their own gift,<br>Making their lives a prayer!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a><div class=q>
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Thanks for thy gift
Of ocean flowers,
Born where the golden drift
Of the slant sunshine falls
Down the green, tremulous walls
Of water, to the cool, still coral bowers,
Where, under rainbows of perpetual showe..."></div>
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