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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532726" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sunshine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FOR A VERY LITTLE GIRL, NOT A YEAR OLD. <br>CATHARINE FRAZEE WAKEFIELD.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The sun gives not directly<br>The coal, the diamond crown;<br>Not in a special basket<br>Are these from Heaven let down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun gives not directly<br>The plough, man's iron friend;<br>Not by a path or stairway <br>Do tools from Heaven descend. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet sunshine fashions all things<br>That cut or burn or fly;<br>And corn that seems upon the earth<br>Is made in the hot sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gravel of the roadbed, <br>The metal of the gun, <br>The engine of the airship <br>Trace somehow from the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so your soul, my lady—<br>(Mere sunshine, nothing more)—<br>Prepares me the contraptions<br>I work with or adore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within me cornfields rustle,<br>Niagaras roar their way,<br>Vast thunderstorms and rainbows<br>Are in my thought to-day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ten thousand anvils sound there<br>By forges flaming white,<br>And many books I read there,<br>And many books I write;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And freedom's bells are ringing,<br>And bird-choirs chant and fly—<br>The whole world works in me to-day<br>And all the shining sky,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because of one small lady<br>Whose smile is my chief sun.<br>She gives not any gift to me<br>Yet all gifts, giving one. . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Vachel+Lindsay">Vachel Lindsay</a><div class=q>
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CATHARINE FRAZEE WAKEFIELD.


The sun gives not directly
The coal, the diamond crown;
Not in a special basket
Are these from Heaven let down.

The sun gives not directly
The plough, man's iron friend;
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