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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Grasses and Sand

Alfred Battle Bealle

From “Peace”

I SAW blown grasses and white sand today!

On either hand blown grasses, rain-freshen’d,

And underneath, the samite peace of sand.

God seemed no further than my hand might reach;

And I, who long had trod my city ways,

Came face to face with the passion of grass and sand:

The passion of all of the laboring years at last,

The stable earth with its miracled leaf and bloom,

And its syllabled speech to me, “Hold fast! hope hard!”