<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448036" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Trust</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am thy grass, O Lord!<br> I grow up sweet and tall<br>But for a day; beneath Thy sword<br> To lie at evenfall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet have I not enough<br> In that brief day of mine?<br>The wind, the bees, the wholesome stuff<br> The sun pours out like wine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold, this is my crown;<br> Love will not let me be;<br>Love holds me here; Love cuts me down;<br> And it is well with me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, Love, keep it but so;<br> Thy purpose is full plain;<br>I die that after I may grow<br> As tall, as sweet again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lizette+Woodworth+Reese">Lizette Woodworth Reese</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448036" data-title="Trust de Lizette Woodworth Reese" data-description="I am thy grass, O Lord! I grow up sweet and tall But for a day; beneath Thy sword To lie at evenfall. Yet have I not enough In that brief day of mine? The wind, the bees, the wholesome stuff The sun pours out like wine. Behold, this is my cr..."></div> </div> </div>

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