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On this little pool where the sunbeams lie, / This tawny gold ring where the shadows die, / God doth enamel the blue of His sky.
Through the scented dark when the night wind sighs, / He mirrors His stars where the ripples rise, / Till they glitter like prisoned fireflies.
'Tis here that the beryl-green leaves uncurl, / And here the lilies uplift and unfurl / Their golden-lined goblets of carven pearl.
When the grey of the eastern sky turns pink, / Through the silver sedge at the pond's low brink / The little lone field-mouse creeps down to drink.
And creatures to whom only God is kind, / The loveless small things, the slow, and the blind, / Soft steal through the rushes, and comfort find.
Oh, restless the river, restless the sea! / Where the great ships go, and the dead men be; / The lily-pond giveth but peace to me.