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One golden day redeems a weary year

Celia Thaxter

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Celia Thaxter
Age: 59 †
Born: 1835
Born: June 29
Died: 1894
Died: August 25
Poet
Writer
Portsmouth
New Hampshire
Celia Laighton
Celia Laighton Thaxter
Years
Redeems
Weary
Golden
Year
Happiness

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O happy, happy morning! O dear, familiar place! / O warm, sweet tears of Heaven, fast falling on my face! / O well-remembered, rainy wind, blow all my care away, / That I may be a child again this blissful morn of May.
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To stand by the beds at sunrise and see the flowers awake is a heavenly delight.
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As I work among my flowers, I find myself talking to them, reasoning and remonstrating with them, and adoring them as if they were human beings. Much laughter I provoke among my friends by so doing, but that is of no consequence. We are on such good terms, my flowers and I.
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When in these fresh mornings I go into my garden before any one is awake, I go for the time being into perfect happiness.
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When the snow is still blowing against the window-pane in January and February and the wild winds are howling without, what pleasure it is to plan for summer that is to be.
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Dear little head, that lies in calm content Within the gracious hollow that God made In every human shoulder, where He meant Some tired head for comfort should be laid.
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Across the narrow beach we flit, One little sand-piper and I And fast I gather, bit by bit, The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry, The wild waves reach their hands for it, The wild wind raves, the tide runs high, As up and down the beach we flit, One little sand-piper and I.
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O brief, bright smile of summer! O days divine and dear The voices of winter's sorrow Already we can hear. And we know that the frosts will find us, And the smiling skies grow rude, While we look in the face of Beauty, And worship her every mood.
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Already the dandelions Are changed into vanishing ghosts.
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