Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, AN EPITOME, by KATE ROBERTSON KNAUER


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AN EPITOME, by                    
First Line: God's winds lift high to barren rock
Last Line: The owlet or the cooing dove.
Subject(s): Birds


God's winds lift high to barren rock
A seed that clings, and laurel flings
Its splendor down a mountainside.
He lets a grain of genius fall
Into the mire and Lo! a fire --
An illumination world-wide.

Man, the provider, sows his seed
In fertile soil with eager toil,
That harvests him may gratify.
Material are the crops he seeks --
His very need incurring greed
That lets the finer things go by.

A woman plants the seed of joy
Anywhere; she breathes a prayer
And fences it in with love.
She plants for beauty, service, faith,
Nor cares who reaps the ripened heaps --
The owlet or the cooing dove.





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