Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By Lizette WoodworthReese

1256 Trust

I AM Thy grass, O Lord!

I grow up sweet and tall

But for a day, beneath Thy sword

To lie at evenfall.

Yet have I not enough

In that brief day of mine?

The wind, the bees, the wholesome stuff

The sun pours out like wine.

Behold, this is my crown,—

Love will not let me be;

Love holds me here; Love cuts me down;

And it is well with me.

Lord, Love, keep it but so;

Thy purpose is full plain:

I die that after I may grow

As tall, as sweet again.