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All day the sun and rain have been as friends,

Each vying with the other which shall be

Most generous in dowering earth and sea

With their glad wealth, till each, as it descends,

Is mingled with the other, where it blends

In one warm, glimmering mist that falls on me

As once God's smile fell over Galilee.

The lily-cup, filled with it, droops and bends

Like some white saint beside a sylvan shrine

In silent prayer; the roses at my feet,

Baptized with it as with a crimson wine,

Gleam radiant in grasses grown so sweet,

The blossoms lift, with tenderness divine,

Their wet eyes heavenward with these of mine.