"But those who wait for the Lord and hope in Him shall renew their strength
and power; they shall lift up their wings and mount up close to God as eagles
mount up to the sun; they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint."
(Isaiah 40:31)
Live all thy sweet life through.
Sweet Rose, dew-sprent,
Drop down thine evening dew
To gather it anew
When day is bright:
I fancy thou wast meant
Chiefly to give delight.
Sing in the silent sky,
Glad soaring bird;
Sing out thy notes on high
To sunbeam straying by
Or passing cloud;
Heedless if thou art heard
Sing thy full song aloud.
Oh that it were with me
As with the flower;
Blooming on its own tree
For butterfly and bee
Its summer morns:
That I might bloom mine hour
A rose in spite of thorns.
Oh that my work were done
As birds' that soar
Rejoicing in the sun:
That when my time is run
And daylight too,
I so might rest once more
Cool with refreshing dew.
A Summer Wish
Christina Georgina Rossetti
(1830-1894)
English Christian poetess
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