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FARJEON, Eleanor

Martin Pippin in the Apple-Orchard

Lady, lady, my spring-green lady,

May I come into your orchard, lady

For the leaf now on the apple-bough,

And the sun is high and the lawn is shady,

Lady, lady, My fair lady! O my spring-green lady!

A Dragonfly

When the heat of the summer
Made drowsy the land,
A dragon-fly came
And sat on my hand,
With its blue jointed body,
And wings like spun glass,
It lit on my fingers
As though they were grass

Morning Has Broken

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning

Praise for the springing fresh from the world

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day