'O DREARY life,' we cry, ' O dreary life ! '
And still the generations of the birds
Sing through our sighing, and the flocks and herds
Serenely live while we are keeping strife
With Heaven's true purpose in us, as a knife
Against which we may struggle ! Ocean girds
Unslackened the dry land, savannah-swards
Unweary sweep, hills watch unworn, and rife
Meek leaves drop year]y from the forest-trees
To show, above, the unwasted stars that pass
In their old glory: O thou God of old,
Grant me some smaller grace than comes to these !--
But so much patience as a blade of grass
Grows by, contented through the heat and cold.
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Comments1I just came across this beautiful poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning and wanted to share my thoughts. I love the way she uses nature to teach us about patience and finding peace within ourselves. Her imagery is striking, and the way she connects the cycles of nature to the human struggle is incredibly moving. It's a reminder to embrace the lessons that life and nature offer, and to learn from them.