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Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; / And give us not to think so far away / As the uncertain harvest; keep us here / All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white, / Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night; / And make us happy in the happy bees, / The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird / That suddenly above the bees is heard, / The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill, / And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love, / The which it is reserved for God above / To sanctify to what far ends He will, / But which it only needs that we fulfil.