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Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. V. Browning to Rupert Brooke

Thomas Edward Brown (1830–1897)

Extracts from Clevedon Verses: ‘O God, to Thee I yield’

O GOD, to Thee I yield

The gift Thou givest most precious, most divine!

Yet to what field

I must resign

His little feet

That wont to be so fleet,

I muse. O, joy to think

On what soft brink

Of flood he plucks the daffodils,

On what empurpled hills

He stands, Thy kiss all fresh upon his brow,

And wonders, if his father sees him now!