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BLUE happy sky, sweet lights of day,
Round hills that lean against the air,
Clear grass blades shining in my way,
How beautiful is everywhere!
I cannot see all that I would
There is so much on every side,
This glorious earth is very wide,
And so much beauty to it given.
Dear Lord, the earth is wondrous good,
It must be very like thy heaven.
I see! I see! Look the great field,
A full bright lake of yellow ears
So sunlike that my eyes new healed
See through a golden mist of tears!
Look, the broad fig-tree over-head,
Oh cool green brightness through the leaves!
What a fair web the spider weaves!
Look where 'tis knit across the dock.
And who could find a richer red
Than the flushed poppy's on that rock?
Beautiful! beautiful everywhere!
Ah now I see that when I most
Moaned for lost sight in dim despair
I but half felt what I had lost.
Oh! sight is happier than I knew:
I had forgotten more, I find,
What it was like not to be blind
Than I believed. What! long ago
Was green so green and blue so blue?
Did I laugh thus to see them so?
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