Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922.
How much of Godhood
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What purging epochs had to pass,
Ere I was fit for leaf and lake
And worthy of the patient grass?
What ages must have moulded me,
Ere I was raised and made akin
To dawn, the daisy and the sea.
In what old lives I labored long,
Ere I was given a world that held
A meadow, butterflies and Song?
What countless raisings from the dead,
Ere I could see Her, touched with tears,
Pillow the little weary head.