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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
Thanks for a Season
By David Greenhood
MY thanks to Thee are rhythmed air—
Ring out, bell … sea!
The meadow lark feels the swing of morning,
Chortles a carol of coming day;
The milkman tinkles down a stony street;        5
The merchant click-a-clacks past a row of stores,
And opens his own with a click-a-click of keys;
A huckster’s wagon, fresh with country scents,
Wheezes along; the reveller’s hack
Whirs down the avenue toward the dark in the west        10
Whence come cathedral chimes;
At town’s end the sun bends in afresh,
Makes roadside pools iridescent with dawn;
A new pale sweet now blows over gutter ways,
And eastern walls of jail turn mellow pink,        15
And numbed hills delight in opening poppies:
I think this day,
Lord, these be my prayer!

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