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I. I sprang from the heart of the earth, / From the brown, still heart / That gives, though it pulseth not, / All things being and birth. / This vegetable mould, / Black, resisting, and cold, / Is pregnant in every part / With essence of life. / Infused with The Spark, my shell -- / Pained with the mighty swell / Of being and life that woke -- / Travailed: fibres broke. / Green shoots slender, / Powerful, though most tender, / Pushed upward -- a crust gave way -- / Earth opened. and I saw day!
II. Myriad forms / Pure and new as a thought of God, / Rose from the sod, / Sprang into life with me, / A bending sea / Of distant, infinite blue, / From East to West, from South to North, / Bent over us. We, called forth / Up from the heart of the earth, / Shook in the east wind's mirth, / Thrilled to the south wind's kiss. / Rain and dew, / Storm and sun, / Blessed us, made us _this_, / And we grew.