Poems by Josephine Preston Peabody

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Brook, of the listening grass,
Unto my Gladness then I cried:
Lord of the Sea, we sun-filled creatures raise
'Rich man, Poor man, Beggar man, Thief, Doctor, Lawyer, Merchant, Chief.'
Oh, who will hush that cry outside the doors,
Beautiful Mother, I have toiled all day;
The winds are lashing on the sea;
All through the summer night, down the long lane in flower,
Yes, Nightingale, through all the summer-time
All day long he kept the sheep:--
Light, light,--the last: