| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Grasses and Sand | | By Alfred Battle Bealle |
| | From Peace I SAW blown grasses and white sand today! | |
| On either hand blown grasses, rain-freshend, | |
| And underneath, the samite peace of sand. | |
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| God seemed no further than my hand might reach; | |
| And I, who long had trod my city ways, | 5 |
| Came face to face with the passion of grass and sand: | |
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| The passion of all of the laboring years at last, | |
| The stable earth with its miracled leaf and bloom, | |
| And its syllabled speech to me, Hold fast! hope hard! | | | | |
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