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Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882).  Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry.  1880.
The Flower
By George Herbert (1593–1633)
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HOW fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean
Are thy returns! even as the flowers in spring;
  To which, besides their own demean,
The late-past frosts tributes of pleasure bring.
        Grief melts away        5
        Like snow in May,
As if there were no such cold thing.
Who would have thought my shrivelled heart
Could have recovered greenness?
        It was gone        10
  Quite underground; as flowers depart
To see their mother root, when they have blown;
        Where they together
        All the hard weather,
Dead to the world, keep house unknown.        15
And now in age I bud again,
After so many deaths I live and write;
  I once more smell the dew and rain,
And relish versing: O my only light,
        It cannot be        20
        That I am he
On whom thy tempests fell all night.

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