Prelude
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I want to have an idle time,
Before
I come to die,
When I can watch a mountain stream
Or lie upon the grass and dream
And
gaze into the sky.
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I want to listen to the wind
And,
if I can, recall
The stirring things it said to me
Of gallant ships and open sea
And
hidden waterfall.
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I want to find what made me sad
When
clouds would hide the sun,
And why the singing of a bird
At times when nothing else was heard
Would
make me feel like one.
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I want to taste again the fear
Which
came to me at night,
When thunder-claps broke overhead
And made me tremble in my bed,
For
God revealed his might.
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I want to bring again in thought
The
faces that I knew,
Who left me in the changing years
And passed in laughter or in tears
Beyond
my spirit’s view.
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I want to watch the dead leaves fall
On
some late autumn day,
And smell the lovely scents of earth—
My tender mother from my birth,
Who
claims me now for aye. [Page 59]
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