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The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Anna Callender Brackett (1836–1911)


“ALL Green Things on the earth, bless ye the Lord!”

So sang the choir while ice-cased branches beat

The frosty window-panes, and at our feet

The frozen, tortured sod but mocked the word,

And seemed to cry like some poor soul in pain,

“Lord, suffering and endurance fill my days;

The growing green things will their Maker praise—

The happy green things, growing in warm rain!”—

“So God lacks praise while all the fields are white!”

I said; then smiled, remembering southward far,

How pampas grass swayed green in summer light.

Nay, God hears always from this swinging star,

Decani and Cantoris, South and North,

Each answering other, praises pouring forth.