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IN THE PINEWOODS by EVA GORE-BOOTH

First Line: HERE THE WHITE STARS BROOD HIGH ABOVE THE AUSTERE PINES
Last Line: AND THE SOUL OF THE WORLD GROWS ONE WITH THE LIPS THAT PITY AND PRAY.
HERE the white stars brood high above the austere pines,
And the long pine stems seem to gather up the shadowy stream
Of the earth's beauty, all her flowing curves and rapturous lines,
Folded together and lifted up in a long ecstatic dream.

Here in the silent wood Beauty and Peace join hands at last,
And all the wars of the world have shrivelled and fallen away,
For the winds of an Unknown Will are blowing out of the vast,
And the soul of the world grows one with the lips that pity and pray.



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