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W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895.

I will open My Mouth in a Parable

Arthur Middlemore Morgan


THE TOIL-WORN peasant in the early year

Casting the seed on good and evil soil;

The diver hastening homeward with sea-spoil,

The sea’s lament for pearls within his ear;

The fisher toiling nightly on the mere;

The budding fig fore-speaking summer’s glow;

The harvest moon which o’er the sheaves hangs clear;

The autumn winds which where they list do blow;

Ye gentle friends who list the rhymer’s rhyming,

Pure be your hearts to read the Preacher’s scroll;

In earth’s wild bells there chimes an under chiming,

The things of nature witness nature’s soul,

Long years, like Adam, cold and mute they lay,

But now, Love teaching, breathes and speaks the clay.