Ina Donna Coolbrith (Ина Донна Кулбрит)

“One Touch of Nature”

LARK'S song dropped from heaven,
A rose's breath at noon;
A still, sweet stream that flows and flows
Beneath a still, sweet moon:

A little way - side flower
Plucked from the grasses, thus!
A sound, a breath, a glance—and yet
What is't they bring to us?

For the world grows far too wise,
And wisdom is but grief:
Much thought makes but a weary way,
And question, unbelief.

Thank God for the bird's song,
And for the flower's breath!
Thank God for any voice to wake
The old sweet hymn of faith!

For a world grown all too wise,
(Or is't not wise enough)?
Thank God for anything that makes
The path less dark and rough!

1. Carmel-by-the-Sea
2. The Singer of the Sea
3. Rebuke
4. The Road to School
5. At Peace

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