Take of English earth as much
As either hand may rightly clutch.
In the taking of it breathe
Prayer for all who lie beneath.
Not the great nor well-bespoke,
But the mere uncounted folk
Of whose life and death is none
Report or lamentation.
Lay that earth upon thy heart,
And thy sickness shall depart!
It shall sweeten and make whole
Fevered breath and festered soul.
It shall mightily restrain
Over-busied hand and brain.
It shall ease thy mortal strife
'Gainst the immortal woe of life,
Till thyself, restored, shall prove
By what grace the Heavens do move.
Take of English flowers these --
Spring's full-vaced primroses,
Summer's wild wide-hearted rose,
Autumn's wall-flower of the close,
And, thy darkness to illume,
Winter's bee-thronged ivy-bloom.
Seek and serve them where they bide
From Candlemas to Christmas-tide,
For these simples, used aright,
Can restore a failing sight.
These shall cleanse and purify
Webbed and inward-turning eye;
These shall show thee treasure hid,
Thy familiar fields amid;
And reveal (which is thy need)
Every man a King indeed!
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Comments1WOW! I REMEMBER READING THIS WHEN I WAS YOUNGER AND IT STILL HITS HOME NOW. SO POWERFUL AND TOUCHING. IT MAKES ME APPRECIATE THE LITTLE THINGS. READING THIS AGAIN GAVE ME A NOSTALGIC FEELING AND MOVED ME IN A WAY ONLY THIS PIECE CAN. IT NEVER FAILS TO SOOTHE MY SOUL AND LIFT MY SPIRITS, JUST AS I REMEMBER IT DOING. SUCH A TIMELESS CLASSIC!