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Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.

By The Prisoner of Love (1904). IV. Summer’s Parable

Frederick William Orde Ward (1843–1922)

  • “The Lord is good to all: and his tender mercies are over all His works.”
  • Ps. cxlv. 9.

  • I SEE the ripple on the corn

    Which runneth gaily to and fro,

    And watch the rising of the morn

    Or hear the noon-tide breezes blow;

    The shadow rests on belfry walls,

    I mark the nodding grasses raise

    Their pennons when the wild wind calls,

    And song-birds join the general praise.

    The blossom blushes as it bows

    Its head more humbly, and the dew

    In pearls and diamonds decks those brows

    It washes every night anew;

    The keel grates on the golden beach,

    The blue smoke riseth as a prayer,

    And far off on the upland reach

    Through red earth gleams the silver share.

    I hear the pulsing of the wheels

    And mighty springs that work Thy Law,

    Father, and all my spirit kneels

    To Thine in knowledge that is awe;

    O Thou art beautiful and blest

    In every flower and every tree,

    For what is nature but Thy Breast

    Which draws Thy children close to Thee?