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TRUST by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE

Poet Analysis

First Line: I AM THY GRASS, O LORD!
Last Line: AS TALL, AS SWEET AGAIN.
Subject(s): FAITH; BELIEF; CREED;
I AM Thy grass, O Lord!
I grow up sweet and tall
But for a day, beneath Thy sword
To lie at evenfall.
Yet have I not enough
In that brief day of mine?
The wind, the bees, the wholesome stuff
The sun pours out like wine.

Behold, this is my crown, --
Love will not let me be;
Love holds me here; Love cuts me down;
And it is well with me.

Lord, Love, keep it but so;
Thy purpose is full plain:
I die that after I may grow
As tall, as sweet again.



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