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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=577382" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Mother Exultant</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joy! Joy! Joy! <br>The hills are glad, <br>The valleys re-echo with merriment, <br>In my heart is the sound of laughter, <br>And my feet dance to the time of it; <br>Oh, little son, carried light on my shoulder, <br>Let us go laughing and dancing through the live days, <br>For this is the hour of the vintage, <br>When man gathereth for himself the fruits of the vineyard. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look, little son, look: <br>The grapes are translucent and ripe, <br>They are heavy and fragrant with juice <br>They wait for the hands of the vintagers; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For a long time the grapes were not, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And were in the womb of the earth, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then out of the heavens came the rain, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun sent down his warmth from the sky, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the touch of life, life stirred, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the earth brought forth her fruits in due season. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I was a maid and alone, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When, behold, there came to me a vision; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart cried out within me, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the voice was the voice of God. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yea, a virgin I dreamed of love, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And was troubled and sore afraid, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wept and was glad, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the word of my heart named me blesse'd, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My soul exhalted the might of creation. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I was a maid and alone, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When, behold, my lover came to me, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My belove'd held me in his arms. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Joy! Joy! Joy! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now is the vision fulfilled; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have conceived, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have carried in my womb, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have brought forth </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The life of the world; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out of my joy and my pain, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out of the fulness of my living </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hath my son gained his life. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Look, little son, look: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The grapes are ripe for gathering; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fresh, deep earth is in them, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And clean water from the clouds. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And golden, golden sun is in the heart of the grapes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look, little son, look: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The earth, your mother, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the touch of life who is your father, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They have provided food for you </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That you also may live. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The vineyards are planted on the hillside, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are the vineyards of my belove'd, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He chose a favorable spot, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His hands prepared the soil for the planting; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He set out the young vines </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And cared for them till the time of their bearing. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nopw is his labour fulfilled who worked with God. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fruit of the vineyard is ripe, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The vintagers laugh in the sun, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>They sing while they gather the grapes, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the vintage is a good one, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wine vats are pressed down and running over. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Joy! Joy! Joy! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now is the wonder accomplished; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out of the heat of the living grape </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hath the hand of my belove'd </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wrung the wine of the dream of life. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Belove'd, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My little son's father, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Together we have given life, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the vision of life; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall we not rejoice </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who have made eternal </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The days of our living. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Look, little son, look: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The grapes glow with rich juice; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The juice of the grape hath in it </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The substance of the earth, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the air's breath; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It hath in it the soul of the vintage. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Put forth your hand, little son, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And take for yourself the life </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That your father and your mother </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have provided for you. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Joy! Joy! Joy! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The halls are glad, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The valleys re-echo with merriment, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In my heart is the sound of laughter, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And my feet dance to the time of it; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, little son, carried light on my shoulder, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let us go laughing and dancing through the live days, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For this is the hour of vintage, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When man gathereth for himself the fruits of the vineyard. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>1905</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Adelaide+Crapsey">Adelaide Crapsey</a><div class=q>
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The hills are glad, 
The valleys re-echo with merriment, 
In my heart is the sound of laughter, 
And my feet dance to the time of it; 
Oh, little son, carried light on my shoulder, 
Let us go laughing and dancing through the live d..."></div>
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