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Lizette Woodworth Reese

I am Thy grass, O Lord!
  I grow up sweet and tall
But for a day, beneath Thy sword
  To lie at evenfall.

Yet have I not enough
  In that brief day of mine?
The wind, the bees, the wholesome stuff
  The sun pours out like wine.

Behold, this is my crown,—
  Love will not let me be;
Love holds me here; Love cuts me down;
  And it is well with me.

Lord, Love, keep it but so;
  Thy purpose is full plain:
I die that after I may grow
  As tall, as sweet again.

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